Maxioms by Henry Ward Beecher
We never know the love of our parents for us until we have become parents.
We never know the love of our parents for us until we have become parents.
We never know the love of the parent till we become parents ourselves.
We never know the love of the parent till we become parents ourselves.
No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the read more
No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.
A cup of coffee - real coffee - home-browned, home ground, home made, that comes to you dark as a read more
A cup of coffee - real coffee - home-browned, home ground, home made, that comes to you dark as a hazel-eye, but changes to a golden bronze as you temper it with cream that never cheated, but was real cream from its birth, thick, tenderly yellow, perfectly sweet, neither lumpy nor frothing on the Java: such a cup of coffee is a match for twenty blue devils and will exorcise them all.
As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers,
we shall never have a garden without them, both for their read more
As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers,
we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own
sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love
them.
