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To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.

Edmond Rostand

And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
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Lips Reading Travel Word Yourself
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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Fact Goodness Liberty Man Myself
Your name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
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Heart Name Tongue
A pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.
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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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Courage Fact Myself Sign
Stay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
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Occasion Ourselves Rare Talk
You must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
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Believe Doubt Myself
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.
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Flower Heart Hide Myself Time
And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
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Lips Travel Word Yourself
It is at night that faith in light is admirable.
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Admire Faith Night
The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
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Alone Dreams Interest Life
A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
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Kiss Love Myself Place
You must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
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Believe Doubt Myself Yourself
I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
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Decision Early Life Myself
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.
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Flower Heart Hide Mindset Timid
All our souls are written in our eyes.
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Eyes Ourselves Soul Writing

To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.

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