My 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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My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTANDA pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.
EDMOND ROSTANDTo joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.
EDMOND ROSTANDTo offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
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 ROSTANDA kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTANDTo offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
EDMOND ROSTANDA pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.
EDMOND ROSTANDThe dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
EDMOND ROSTANDTo joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
EDMOND ROSTANDAnd if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
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 ROSTAND