A great nose may be an index Of a great soul.
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Anand Thakur
A great nose may be an index Of a great soul.
EDMOND ROSTANDStay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
EDMOND ROSTANDAnd if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
EDMOND ROSTANDYour name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
EDMOND ROSTANDYou must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
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.
EDMOND ROSTANDI am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
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.
EDMOND ROSTANDAnd if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
EDMOND ROSTANDThe dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
EDMOND ROSTANDAll our souls are written in our eyes.
EDMOND ROSTANDYou must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
EDMOND ROSTANDA great nose may be an index Of a great soul.
EDMOND ROSTANDTake it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
EDMOND ROSTAND