Alfred Austin ( 9 of 9 )
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
Here lies who, born a man, a grocer died.
[Fr., Ne homme--mort epicier.]
Here lies who, born a man, a grocer died.
[Fr., Ne homme--mort epicier.]
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is read more
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.
There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class read more
There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious blunder.
Across the wires the electric message came: / `He is no better, he is much the same.'
Across the wires the electric message came: / `He is no better, he is much the same.'
Public opinion is no more than this: what people think that other people think.
Public opinion is no more than this: what people think that other people think.
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.
Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.
Public opinion is no more than this: What people think that other people think
Public opinion is no more than this: What people think that other people think
