Your name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.
A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
A pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.
A great nose may be an index Of a great soul.
All our souls are written in our eyes.
I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
You must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.
It is at night that faith in light is admirable.
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.
To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.
Your neck. I want to kiss it.
Stay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.