“I'll plant and water, sow and weed, Till not an inch of earth shows brown, And take a vow of each small seed To grow to greenness and renown: And then some day you'll pass my way, See gold and crimson, bell and star, And catch my garden's soul, and say: "How sweet these cottage gardens are!"” WaySoulShowsEarthStarsGrowsWaterSweetEssentialsGardenGoldPlantSeedsMy WayBrownWeedBellsGardeningInchesVowCottagesCrimsonRenown Author:E. Nesbit
“A sense is what has the power of receiving into itself the sensible forms of things without the matter, in the way in which a piece of wax takes on the impress of a signet-ring without the iron or gold.” WayMatterFormPiecesGoldRingsIronSensibleReceivingImpress Book:The Philosophy Collection [97 Books] Source: The Philosophy Collection [97 Books]