Chi amo? Su, rifletti, forza. A me è proibito il sogno di un amore con questo naso al piede, che almen di un quarto d'ora ovunque mi precede. Allora … - Edmond Rostand

Do you remember the night when Christian courted you under the balcony? All my life is there. I was below, hidden among the shadows while he climbed up to claim the kiss of triumph. And that was only right, I hold no grudges: Molière's a great man and Christian was...

"To sing, to laugh, to dream, to walk in my own way and be alone, free, with an eye to see things as they are, a voice that means manhood — to cock my hat where I choose — At a word, a Yes, a No, to fight — or write. To travel any road under the sun, under the stars, nor doubt if fame or fortune lie beyond the bourne — Never to make a line I have not heard in my own heart; yet, with all modesty to say: "My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.

Always the answer — yes! Let me die so — Under some rosy-golden sunset, saying
A good thing, for a good cause! By the sword,
The point of honor — by the hand of one
Worthy to be my foeman, let me fall — Steel in my heart, and laughter on my lips!