In love, a woman is like a lyre that surrenders its secrets only to the hand that knows how to touch its strings.


A Thousand Flashes of French Wit, Wisdom, and Wickedness (1886)


In love, a woman is like a lyre that surrenders its secrets only to the hand that knows how to touch its strings.

In love, a woman is like a lyre that surrenders its secrets only to the hand that knows how to touch its strings.

In love, a woman is like a lyre that surrenders its secrets only to the hand that knows how to touch its strings.

In love, a woman is like a lyre that surrenders its secrets only to the hand that knows how to touch its strings.