A precious liquid, a poison dearer than that of the Borgias — because it is made from our blood, our health, our sleep, and two-thirds of our love — we must be stingy with it. – Charles Baudelaire, “Advice to Young Writers,” 1867
I sometimes think one of the great blessings we shall enjoy in heaven, will be to receive letters by every post and never be obliged to reply to them. – Washington Irving
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer. – Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., The Professor at the Breakfast-Table
