Speech is the small change of silence. >>
A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. >>
The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchston >>
But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languishe >>
A kiss may ruin a human life. >>
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the >>
A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.