Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.
To cultivate a garden is to walk with God.
Winter is the night of vegetation.
It is with charity as with money--the more we stand in need of it, the less we have to give away.
Heaven lent you a soul, Earth will lend a grave.
Dishonesty is a forsaking of permanent for temporary advantages.