A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.
Honore de BalzacWe flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.
Honore de BalzacA letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.
Honore de BalzacWe flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.
Honore de Balzac