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. —EDMOND ROSTAND, CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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.
—EDMOND ROSTAND, CYRANO DE BERGERAC