Your Neck. I Want To Kiss It.

A Bird Who Can Gobble Is Qualified To Teach Crowing.

A Kiss Is A Secret Which Takes The Lips For The Ear.

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.

She Is A Mortal Danger Without Meaning To Be One; She's Exquisite Without Giving Ita Thought; Shes A Trap Set By Nature, A Rose In Which Love Lies In Ambush! Anyone Who Has Seen Her Smile Has Known Perfection. She Creates Grace Without Movement And Makes All Divinity Fit Into Her Slightest Gesture. And Neither Venus In Her Shell, Nor Diana Striding In The Great, Blossoming Forest, Can Compare To Her When She Goes Through The Streets Of Paris In Her Sedan Chair.

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.