It would never occur to most of us that 'plants' say anything at all, except in terms of what we read into them, or try to use them for. Yet in their responses to this wonderfully rhythmic and varying earth they are the most expressive of all forms of life.

There are three species of creatures who when they seem coming are going, when they seem going they come: diplomats, women, and crabs.

Unto each man comes a day when his favorite sins all forsake him, And he complacently thinks he has forsaken his sins.

Friends are the sunshine of life.

The best loved man or maid in the town would perish with anguish Could they hear all that their friends say in the course of a day.

At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.

What is first love worth, except to prepare for a second? What does second love bring? Only regret for the first.