Truth, when not sought after, rarely comes to light.
But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.
Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?
Youth longs and manhood strives, but age remembers.
Apology is only egotism wrong side out.
The Amen of nature is always a flower.