d embracing arms . . . . . Ah! well-a-day,

There are Edens for us still, if only we will eat not of the forbidden
fruit.

* * *

The value of a kiss is determined by the personage on whom it is
bestowed, not by the from whom it is besought: which, if it needs any
explanation, means this, that

It is the man who ardently desires the kiss that puts the value upon that
kiss, not the woman of whom it is desired. Yet women know that,

As with commodities, so with kissings, the greater the rarity, the
greater the vale.

Osculatory transactions there be as lasting in their results as transient
in their causes.

* * *

A cheek surreptitiously brushed in the dark is preferable to lips
premittedly pressed by day.

* * *

What an extraordinary multiplicity of maneuvers a man will perform for
"Just one kiss!" But

With the precise numerical equivalent of the expression "Just one kiss"
algebra has not yet been found quite able to grapple. It is believed,
however, to belong to Permutations and Combinations.

There is a very decided, but wholly indefinable, line of demarcation
between the kissed and the unkissed woman. In other words,

The "status quo ante exosculationem" can never be re-established:
hitherto the kisses may have been friends; henceforward they may be. . .
they may be . . . . . . But

Who shall say to what kissing may lead? Besides,

Much more kissing than is supposed goes by purchase than by favor. All
which, probably, will be Greek to the uninitiated. Nevertheless, and at
all times, and in all places,

A kiss is like faith: it is "the evidence of things not seen, the
substance of things hoped for."

* * *

How appalling the immensity of the results due to the minutest of causes
--a burning city from a lighted match; a life-long tragedy from a stolen
kiss! In truth,

Fate is often another name for Folly.

* * *

A woman who is afraid of a kiss knows much. Amongst other things,
perhaps, that

Kisses, like misfortunes, rarely come singly--and bear many things in
their train.

* * *

Despite the varieties of beards and mustachios, never will you hear from
your osculatrix the source of her knowledge of that variety.

If by any chance the divulgence leaks out--how the girl beshrews the
mischance! For, though the man may hold his peace, she knows that she
gives him to think.

* * *

It takes two to make a quarrel. Yes: and it takes two to make the
reconciliating kiss.

* * *