CYRANO: — of pride, of aspiration, Of feeling, poetry — of godlike spark Of all that appertains to my big nose, [He turns him by the shoulders, suiti… - Edmond Rostand

CYRANO Yes, it is there, you may be sure, I shall be sent for my Paradise. More than one soul of those I have loved must be apportioned there ... There I shall find Socrates and Galileo!

Rhymer, brawler, and musician,
Famed for his lunar expedition,
And the unnumbered duels he fought, — And lover also, — by interposition! — Here lies Hercule Savinien
De Cyrano de Bergerac,
Who was everything, yet was naught.
I cry you pardon, but I may not stay;
See, the moon-ray that comes to call me hence! I would not bid you mourn less faithfully
That good, brave Christian: I would only ask
That when my body shall be cold in clay
You wear those sable mourning weeds for two,
And mourn awhile for me, in mourning him.

Vedete, quando si é avuto troppo successo nella vita, come me, sia pure senza avere fatto nulla di veramente cattivo, si finisce per sentire mille piccole nausee di sé, che nell'insieme non danno un rimorso ma un indefinibile oscuro fastidio. Così i mantelli ducali, strisciando lungo i gradini che portano al potere, trascinano nelle pieghe del loro bordo impellicciato cumuli di illusioni inaridite e rimpianti, come le foglie morte che la vostra veste di vedova smuove in questo chiostro.