Malebranche dirait qu’il n’y a plus une âme: Nous pensons humblement qu’il reste encor des cœurs. - Edmond Rostand

ROXANE. One hundred men against one: you! — So, good bye! — We are the best of friends, are we not? CYRANO. Assuredly, we are!

I was wondering aimlessly; too many road were open...too many resolves, too complex, allowed of being taken. I took...by far the simplest of them all.

I know that in the end you'll overwhelm me, but I'll still fight you as long as there's a breath in my body... Yes, you've robbed me of everything: the laurels of glory, the roses of love! But there's one thing you can't take away from me. When I go to meet God this evening, and doff my hat before the lofty gates, my salute will sweep the blue threshold of heaven, because I'll still have one thing intact, without a stain, something that I'll take with me in spite of you: My white plume.