To Offend Is My Pleasure; I Love

A Great Nose May Be An Index Of A Great Soul

My Soul, Be Satisfied With Flowers, With Fruit, With Weeds Even; But Gather Them In The One Garden You May Call Your Own.

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

I Would Die At The Stake Rather Than Change A Semi-colon!

Your Name Hangs In My Heart Like A Bell's Tongue.