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