Don Juan: Oh! To think that nothing living will come of my having lived! Do you know it, this suffering? Devil: It's my own suffering. That's what H… - Edmond Rostand

While master of myself, I’ll not permit
The soothing beauty of a tear to roll
Along the crooked contours of this nose.
There’s a sublimity in tears; and I
Would not debase them;
I would never turn
Something sublime to the ridiculous.

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, suiting the action to the word]: As. . .what my boot will shortly come and kick! THE BORE [running away]: Help! Call the Guard! CYRANO: Take notice, boobies all, Who find my visage's center ornament A thing to jest at — that it is my wont — An if the jester's noble — ere we part To let him taste my steel, and not my boot!

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...