I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.

All our souls are written in our eyes.

A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.

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 wit is more polished than your mustache. The truth which I speak strikes more sparks from men's hearts than your spurs do from the cobblestones.

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

The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?