With any good story, you need the adversary, the heroes and villains. You need a good mixture to make it work.
April's rare capricious loveliness.
Buttercups, bright eyed and bold, hold their chalices of gold to catch the sunshine and the dew.
And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its fragrance fills the night.
No mother who stands upon low ground herself can hope to place her children upon a loftier plane. They may reach it, but it will not be through her.
Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow.
Around in silent grandeur stood The stately children of the wood; Maple and elm and towering pine Mantled in folds of dark woodbine.
It is no little wisdom for you to keep yourself in silence and in good peace when evil words are spoken to you, and to turn your heart to God and not to be troubled with the judgment of others.
It may. . . be judged indecent in me to come forward on this occasion; but when I see a fellow-creature about to perish through the cowardice of her pretended friends, I wish to be allowed to speak, that I may say what I know of her character.
In so far as a scientific statement speaks about reality, it must be falsifiable; and in so far as it is not falsifiable, it does not speak about reality.
Someone must have slandered Josef K. , for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested.