Love is a disease that kills nobody, but one whose time has come.


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


Love is a disease that kills nobody, but one whose time has come.

Love is a disease that kills nobody, but one whose time has come.

Love is a disease that kills nobody, but one whose time has come.

Love is a disease that kills nobody, but one whose time has come.