There are crowds who trample a flower into the dust without thinking once that they have one of the sweetest thoughts of God under their heel. — J. G. Holland Copy Share Image
The morning air was like a new dress. That made her feel the apron tied around her waist. She untied it and flung it on a low bush beside the road and walked on, picking flowers and making a bouquet…… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
