Home -- that blessed word, which opens to the human heart the most per >>
Every human being has, like Socrates, an attendant spirit; and wise ar >>
The nearer society approaches to divine order, the less separation wil >>
We trample grass, and prize the flowers of May; yet the grass is green >>
Today as in the time of Pliny and Columella, the hyacinth flourishes i >>
These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn o >>
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of the character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.