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

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

All my laurels you have riven away, and my roses; yet in spite of you, there is one crown I bear away with me... One thing without stain, unspotted from the world, in spite of doom mine own! And that is... my white plume.

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

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

I-I am going to be a storm-a flame- I need to fight whole armies alone; I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms; I feel too strong to war with mortals- BRING ME GIANTS!

A great nose may be an index Of a great soul