Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.
Henry Ward BeecherA cup of coffee - real coffee - home-browned, home ground, home made, that comes to you dark as a hazel-eye, but changes to a golden bronze as you temper it with cream that never cheated, but was real cream from its birth, thick, tenderly yellow, perfect!
Henry Ward Beecher