The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament. . . . Its gold is as distinct a value to the eye as the nugget gold is in the pocket.

Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?

O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.

Who waits until the wind shall silent keep Will never find the ready hour to sow.

Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace, the happiness of a hoe.

There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.