A Great Nose May Be An Index

It Is At Night That Faith In Light Is Admirable.

My Heart Always Timidly Hides Itself Behind My Mind. I Set Out To Bring Down Stars From The Sky, Then, For Fear Of Ridicule, I Stop And Pick Little Flowers Of Eloquence.

Proclaim Your Pride And Bitterness Loudly To The World, But To Me Speak Softly, And Tell Me Simply That She Doesn't Love You.

And If Kisses In These Words Could Travel Too, Madam, You'd Read This Letter With Your Lips.

A Great Nose May Be An Index Of A Great Soul