Alfred Austin

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.

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.]

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

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.