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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 Rostand

Take it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Fact Fantasy Myself
The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
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Alone Dreams Interest
It is at night that faith in light is admirable.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Admire Faith Night
A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Fact Goodness Liberty Man 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.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Flower Heart Hide Mindset Timid
To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Dangerous Face Hero Polite Tragedy
A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Ear Kiss Lips Secret
To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Hate Myself Offend Pleasure
I-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 ROSTAND

Alone Heart Mortal Storm Strong
All our souls are written in our eyes.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Eyes Ourselves Soul Writing
It is at night that faith in light is admirable.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Admire Faith Light Night
I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Decision Early Life Myself
I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Decision Early Life Myself
Stay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
EDMOND ROSTAND

Occasion Ourselves Rare Talk
Your neck. I want to kiss it.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Kiss Neck Yourself
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

Flower Garden Oneself Satisfaction Soul

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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