Every piece of fruit tells a story—of the land, the labor, and the love that went into growing it.
Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?
The greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
It is not unlikely, but that there may be yet invented several other helps for the eye, as much exceeding those already found, as those do the bare eye.
