Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss, what loneliness-in-motion, toward your company![Amor, cuántos caminos hasta llegar a un beso, qué soledad errante hasta tu compañía!]
There used to be two kinds of kisses: First when girls were kissed and deserted; second, when they were engaged. Now there’s a third kind, where the man is kissed and deserted. If Mr. Jones of the nineties bragged he’d kissed a girl, every one knew he was through with her. If Mr. Jones of 1919 brags the same every one knows it’s because he can’t kiss her any more. Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.
In fairy tales, the princesses kiss the frogs, and the frogs become princes. In real life, the princesses kiss princes, and the princes turn into frogs.[Nos contos infantis, as princesas beijam os sapos e eles se transformam em príncipes. Na vida real, as princesas beijam os príncipes e eles se transformam em sapos.]