Maxioms by Alfred Austin
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.]
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
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.
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.
