A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
A great nose may be an index Of a great soul.
All our souls are written in our eyes.
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.
Well when I write my book, and tell the tale of my adventures – all these little stars that shake out of my cloak – I must save those to use for asterisks!
To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero; panache is therefore a timid heroism, like the smile with which one excuses one’s superiority.
I love you more than yesterday, less than tomorrow.
The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.
To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
My wit is sharper then the finest mustache, and when I walk among men I make truths ring like spurs.
It is at night that faith in light is admirable.
Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear homevoices, Each note of which calls like a little sister, Those airs slow, slow ascending, as the smokewreaths Rise from the hearthstones of our native hamlets Cyrano Act 5.