The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice.
Heliotrope. To be sowed in the spring. A delicious flower, but I suspect it must be planted in boxes and kept in the house in the winter. The smell rewards the care.
It is wonderful how much may be done if we are always doing.
The past stays put, I just keep moving farther away from it.
The happiest hours of my life have been spent in the flow of affection among friends.
The idea is quite unfounded that on entering into society we give up any natural rights.