In their ignorance they still mistook their feelings for tender friendship, although beneath their guileless love their ardent blood surged more wildly day by day.

Given age and experience, a violent passion of southern intensity would at last spring from this idyll.

Every girl who hangs on a youth's neck is already a woman, a woman unconsciously, whom a caress may awaken to conscious womanhood.

When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips.

Lovers are made by a kiss.