However many years she lived, Mary always felt that 'she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow'.
Whatever comes cannot alter one thing.
Two things cannot be in one place. Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow.
People never like me and I never like people
Things happen to people by accident.
Are you learning me by heart, little Sara?" he said, stroking her hair. "No," she answered. "I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.