A Quote by Rose Wilder Lane

A kiss without a mustache is like an egg without salt. — © Rose Wilder Lane
A kiss without a mustache is like an egg without salt.
A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.
Fish without wine is like egg without salt.
A home without a grandmother is like an egg without salt.
A day without an argument is like an egg without salt.
Retrospectively, I would agree with Luis Bunuel that sex without sin is like an egg without salt.
Being kissed by a man who didn't wax his moustache was-like eating an egg without salt.
Nowadays, if you have a mustache, people look at you like you're crazy. But when I was growing up, I never saw my dad without a mustache.
Let no one believe that he has received the divine kiss, if he knows the truth without loving it or loves it without understanding it. But blessed is that kiss whereby not only is God recognized but also the Father is loved; for there is never full knowledge without perfect love.
A woman without paint is like food without salt.
Muscles without strength, friendship without trust, opinion without risk, change without aesthetics, age without values, food without nourishment, power without fairness, facts without rigor, degrees without erudition, militarism without fortitude, progress without civilization, complication without depth, fluency without content; these are the sins to remember.
Bread without love is like grass without salt -- the stomach may be filled, but it leaves a bad taste in the mouth.
A slice of pie without cheese is like a kiss without a squeeze.
If we traverse the world, it is possible to find cities without walls, without letters, without kings, without wealth, without coin, without schools and theatres; but a city without a temple, or that practiseth not worship, prayer, and the like, no one ever saw.
Without the Spirit of God we can do nothing. We are as ships without wind or chariots without steeds. Like branches without sap, we are withered. Like coals without fire, we are useless. As an offering without the sacrificial flame, we are unaccepted.
He was a foe without hate; a friend without treachery; a soldier without cruelty; a victor without oppression, and a victim without murmuring. He was a public officer without vices; a private citizen without wrong; a neighbor without reproach; a Christian without hypocrisy, and a man without guile. He was a Caesar, without his ambition; Frederick, without his tyranny; Napoleon, without his selfishness, and Washington, without his reward.
And a mother without children is not a mother at all, and if I am not a mother, than I am nothing. Nothing. I am like sugar dissolved in a glass of water. Or, I am like salt, which disappears when you cook with it. I am salt. Without my children, I cease to exist.
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