To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
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To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
EDMOND ROSTANDTake it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
EDMOND ROSTANDA great nose may be an index Of a great soul.
EDMOND ROSTANDTo joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.
EDMOND ROSTANDYour name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
EDMOND ROSTANDI am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
EDMOND ROSTANDYou must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
EDMOND ROSTANDYou must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
EDMOND ROSTANDIt is at night that faith in light is admirable.
EDMOND ROSTANDA great nose may be an index Of a great soul.
EDMOND ROSTANDYour name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
EDMOND ROSTANDAnd if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
EDMOND ROSTANDI-I am going to be a storm-a flame- I need to fight whole armies alone; I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms; I feel too strong to war with mortals- BRING ME GIANTS!
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
EDMOND ROSTANDThe dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
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 ROSTAND