Roxane: His face is like yours, burning with spirit and imagination. He is proud and noble and young and fearless and beautiful- Cyrano:(losing all his colour. ) Beautiful! Roxane: Yes. What's wrong? Cyrano: With me? Nothing. It's only. . . only. . . (Displaying his bandaged hand, with a little smile. ) This fatal wound.
The more you fail, the more you succeed. It is only when everything is lost and - instead of giving up - you go on, that you experience the momentary prospect of some slight progress. Suddenly you have the feeling - be it an illusion or not - that something new has opened up.