"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 m… - Edmond Rostand

A great nose may be an index
Of a great soul

Malebranche would have it that not a soul is left; we humbly think that there still are hearts.

My nose is Gargantuan! You little Pig-snout, you tiny Monkey-Nostrils, you virtually invisible Pekinese-Puss, don't you realize that a nose like mine is both scepter and orb, a monument to me superiority? A great nose is the banner of a great man, a generous heart, a towering spirit, an expansive soul — such as I unmistakably am, and such as you dare not to dream of being, with your bilious weasel's eyes and no nose to keep them apart! With your face as lacking in all distinction — as lacking, I say, in interest, as lacking in pride, in imagination, in honesty, in lyricism — in a word, as lacking in nose as that other offensively bland expanse at the opposite end of your cringing spine — which I now remove from my sight by stringent application of my boot!