My wit is sharper then the finest mustache, and when I walk among men I make truths ring like spurs. Edmond Rostand More Quotes by Edmond Rostand More Quotes From Edmond Rostand I would die at the stake rather than change a semi-colon! Edmond Rostand stakes dies To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero. Edmond Rostand hero danger faces 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! Edmond Rostand fashion flower taken A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving. Edmond Rostand dots kiss-me kissing No, In fairy tales When to the ill-starred Prince the lady says 'I love you!' all his ugliness fades fast But I remain the same, up to the last! Edmond Rostand fairy-tale lasts love-you I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs, it is that I sing clearly to make the day rise clear! Edmond Rostand fashion song war I loved but once, yet twice I lose my love! Edmond Rostand loses All our souls are written in our eyes. Edmond Rostand written eye soul A man does not fight to win; it is better to fight in vain. Edmond Rostand fighting winning men A bird who can gobble is qualified to teach crowing. Edmond Rostand teach i-can doubt A kiss, when all is said, what is it? An oath that's given closer than before; A promise more precise; the sealing of Confessions that till then were barely breathed; A rosy dot placed on the i in loving. Edmond Rostand dots kissing promise All my laurels you have riven away, and my roses; yet in spite of you, there is one crown I bear away with me... One thing without stain, unspotted from the world, in spite of doom mine own! And that is... my white plume. Edmond Rostand crowns white rose My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own. Edmond Rostand weed garden flower Stay awhile! 'Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing! Edmond Rostand self heart sweet Speak to me...be eloquent, be brilliant for me. Improvise! Rhapsodize!... I ask for cream and you give me milk and water... Please gather your dreams together into words. - Roxanne, Cyrano de Bergerac Edmond Rostand dream giving water ROXANE: Live, for I love you! CYRANO: No, In fairy tales When to the ill-starred Prince the lady says 'I love you!' all his ugliness fades fast-- But I remain the same, up to the last! ROXANE: I have marred your life--I, I! CYRANO: You blessed my life! Never on me had rested woman's love. My mother even could not find me fair: I had no sister; and, when grown a man, I feared the mistress who would mock at me. But I have had your friendship--grace to you A woman's charm has passed across my path. Edmond Rostand blessed mother love-you My wit is more polished than your mustache. The truth which I speak strikes more sparks from men's hearts than your spurs do from the cobblestones. Edmond Rostand mustache heart men How obvious it is now--the gift you gave him. All those letters, they were you... All those beautiful powerful words, they were you!.. The voice from the shadows, that was you... You always loved me!" Roxanne Edmond Rostand voice powerful beautiful Roxane: His face is like yours, burning with spirit and imagination. He is proud and noble and young and fearless and beautiful- Cyrano:(losing all his colour.) Beautiful! Roxane: Yes. What's wrong? Cyrano: With me? Nothing. It's only... only... (Displaying his bandaged hand, with a little smile.) This fatal wound. Edmond Rostand imagination beautiful hands Take it, and turn to facts my fantasies. Edmond Rostand turns fantasy facts