A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.
EDMOND ROSTAND- My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.
EDMOND ROSTAND
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My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.
More Edmond Rostand Quotes
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A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.
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All our souls are written in our eyes.
EDMOND ROSTANDAll our souls are written in our eyes.
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A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
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You must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
EDMOND ROSTANDYou must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
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A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
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And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
EDMOND ROSTANDAnd if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
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It is at night that faith in light is admirable.
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All our souls are written in our eyes.
EDMOND ROSTANDAll our souls are written in our eyes.
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To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.
EDMOND ROSTANDTo joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.
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To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
EDMOND ROSTANDTo offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
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My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.
EDMOND ROSTANDMy heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.
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To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
EDMOND ROSTANDTo offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
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My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.
EDMOND ROSTANDMy soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.
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The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
EDMOND ROSTANDThe dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
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The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
EDMOND ROSTANDThe dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
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Your name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
EDMOND ROSTANDYour name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
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