After all, what is a kiss? A vow made at closer range, a more precise promise, a confession that contains its own proof, a seal placed on a pact that has already been signed; it's a secret told to the mouth rather than to the ear.

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

Roxane: His face is like yours, burning with spirit and imagination. He is proud and noble and young and fearless and beautiful- Cyrano:(losing all his colour.) Beautiful! Roxane: Yes. What's wrong? Cyrano: With me? Nothing. It's only... only... (Displaying his bandaged hand, with a little smile.) This fatal wound.

A great nose may be an index Of a great soul

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

A man does not fight to win; it is better to fight in vain.

And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you'd read this letter with your lips.