Cyrano: I can see him there — -he grins — - He is looking at my nose — -that skeleton — -What's that you say? Hopeless? — -Why, very well! — - But a … - Edmond Rostand

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Cyrano: I can see him there — -he grins — -
He is looking at my nose — -that skeleton — -What's that you say? Hopeless? — -Why, very well! — -
But a man does not fight merely to win!
No — -no — -better to know one fights in vain!...
You there — -Who are you? A hundred against one — -
I know them now, my ancient enemies — -
Falsehood!...There! There! Prejudice — -Compromise — -Cowardice — -
What's that? No! Surrender? No!
Never — -never!...
Ah, you too, Vanity!
I knew you would overthrow me in the end — -
No! I fight on! I fight on! I fight on!
Yes, all my laurels you have riven away
And all my roses; yet in spite of you,
There is one crown I bear away with me,
And to-night, when I enter before God,
My salute shall sweep all the stars away
From the blue threshold! One thing without stain,
Unspotted from the world, in spite of doom
Mine own! — -
And that is...
Roxane: — -That is...
Cyrano: My white plume....

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About Edmond Rostand

Edmond Eugène Alexis Rostand (1 April 1868 - 2 December 1918) was a French poet and dramatist most famous for his fictional play Cyrano de Bergerac, based upon the life of Cyrano de Bergerac.

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Alternative Names: Edmond Eugène Alexis Rostand

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Additional quotes by Edmond Rostand

- LE VICOMTE, suffoqué :
Ces grands airs arrogants !
Un hobereau qui... qui... n'a même pas de gants !
Et qui sort sans rubans, sans bouffettes, sans ganses !

- CYRANO :
Moi, c'est moralement que j'ai mes élégances.
Je ne m'attife pas ainsi qu'un freluquet,
Mais je suis plus soigné si je suis moins coquet ;
Je ne sortirais pas avec, par négligence,
Un affront pas très bien lavé, la conscience
Jaune encore de sommeil dans le coin de son oeil,
Un honneur chiffonné, des scrupules en deuil.
Mais je marche sans rien sur moi qui ne reluise,
Empanaché d'indépendance et de franchise ;
Ce n'est pas une taille avantageuse, c'est
Mon âme que je cambre ainsi qu'en un corset,
Et tout couvert d'exploits qu'en rubans je m'attache,
Retroussant mon esprit ainsi qu'une moustache,
Je fais, en traversant les groupes et les ronds,
Sonner les vérités comme des éperons.

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A kiss! When all is said, what is a kiss? An oath of allegiance taken in closer proximity, a promise more precise, a seal on a confession, a rose-red dot upon the letter i in loving; a secret which elects the mouth for ear; an instant of eternity murmuring like a bee; balmy communion with a flavor of flowers; a fashion of inhaling each other's hearts, and of tasting, on the brink of the lips, each other's soul!

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