There is nothing can equal the tender hours When life is first in bloom, When the heart like a bee, in a wild of flowers, Finds everywhere perfume; When the present is all and it questions not If those flowers… — Henry George Bohn Copy Share Image
If on creation's morn the king of heaven To shrubs and flowers a sovereign lord had given, O beauteous rose, he had anointed thee Of shrubs and flowers the sovereign lord to be; The spotless emblem of unsullied truth, The… — Henry George Bohn Copy Share Image
Friends are like fiddle strings; they must not be screwed too tight. — Henry George Bohn Copy Share Image
Business and action strengthen the brain, but too much study weakens it. — Henry George Bohn Copy Share Image
There is nothing can equal the tender hours When life is first in bloom, When the heart like a bee, in a wild of… — Henry George Bohn Copy Share Image
