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

Edmond Rostand

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

Hate Myself Offend Pleasure
And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Lips Travel Word 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

Anand Thakur
Stay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
EDMOND ROSTAND

Occasion Ourselves Rare Talk
The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
EDMOND ROSTAND

Alone Dreams Interest
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
A great nose may be an index Of a great soul.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Anand Thakur
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
Your neck. I want to kiss it.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Kiss Neck Yourself
You must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Believe Doubt Myself
It is at night that faith in light is admirable.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Admire Faith Night
The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
EDMOND ROSTAND

Alone Dreams Interest Life
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
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
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
Take it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Fact Fantasy Myself

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

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