Youth fades; love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's se >>
To live is to function. That is all there is in living. >>
Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of w >>
But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languishe >>
The sobs and tears of joy he had not foreseen rose with such force wit >>
The social kiss is an exchange of insincerity between two combatants o >>
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.