Read as you taste fruit or savor wine, or enjoy friendship, love or life.
Fruit
Nothing great is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig. I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.
Self-respect is the fruit of discipline; the sense of dignity grows with the ability to say no to oneself.
Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.
No greater thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.
Loyal and efficient work in a great cause, even though it may not be immediately recognized, ultimately bears fruit.
The madness of spring is so enticing. I love it when things are opening up and emerging from the ground. I also love the middle of summer when fruit is bursting forth, but I even love the garden in the winter when everything is resting.
Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.
World’s use is cold, world’s love is vain, world’s cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.
Where the roots of private virtue are diseased, the fruit of public probity cannot but be corrupt.