A great nose may be an index Of a great soul

Your name hangs in my heart like a bell's tongue.

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 is a secret which takes the lips for the ear, a moment of infinity humming like a bee, a communion tasting of flowers, a way of breathing in a little of the heart and tasting a little of the soul with the edge of the lips!

Your neck. I want to kiss it.

Speak to me...be eloquent, be brilliant for me. Improvise! Rhapsodize!... I ask for cream and you give me milk and water... Please gather your dreams together into words. - Roxanne, Cyrano de Bergerac

To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.

I would die at the stake rather than change a semi-colon!