it is a marvel that those red-roseleaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing.

Better the rule of One, whom all obey, than to let clamorous demagogues betray our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.

I have the kiss of Walt Whitman still on my lips

The sick do not ask if the hand that smoothes their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin.