Cyrano: The leaves—Roxane: What color—Perfect Venetian red! Look at them fall.Cyrano: Yes—they know how to die. A little wayFrom the branch to the earth, a little fearOf mingling with the common dust—and yetThey go down...

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.

My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own.

Et que faudrait-il faire ?Chercher un protecteur puissant, prendre un patron,Et comme un lierre obscur qui circonvient un troncEt s’en fait un tuteur en lui léchant l’écorce,Grimper par ruse au lieu de s’élever par force...

I have a different idea of elegance. I don’t dress like a fop, it’s true, but my moral grooming is impeccable. I never appear in public with a soiled conscience, a tarnished honor, threadbare scruples,...

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

A kiss, when all is told, what is it? An oath taken a little closer, a promise more exact. A wish that longs to be confirmed, a rosy circle drawn around the verb ‘to love’....

A kiss! When all is said, what is a kiss? An oath of allegiance taken in closer proximity, a promise more precise, a seal on a confession, a rose-red dot upon the letter i in...

A great nose may be an indexOf a great soul

Voyez-vous, lorsqu’on a trop réussi sa vie,On sent, — n’ayant rien fait mon Dieu de vraiment mal! –Mille petits dégoûts de soi, dont le totalNe fait pas un remords, mais une gêne obscure ;Et les...

…But…to sing,to dream, to smile, to walk, to be alone, be free,with a voice that stirs and an eye that still can see!To cock your hat to one side, when you pleaseat a yes, a...

I carry my adornments on my soul.I do not dress up like a popinjay;But inwardly, I keep my daintiness.I do not bear with me, by any chance,An insult not yet washed away- a conscienceYellow with...