You Must Believe Me When I Believe,

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

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.

To Joke In The Face Of Danger Is The Supreme Politeness, A Delicate Refusal To Cast Oneself As A Tragic Hero.

All Our Souls Are Written In Our Eyes.

I-i Am Going To Be A Storm-a Flame- I Need To Fight Whole Armies Alone; I Have Ten Hearts; I Have A Hundred Arms; I Feel Too Strong To War With Mortals- Bring Me Giants!