Nature is a rag-merchant, who works up every shred and ort and end into new creations; like a good chemist, whom I found, the other day, in his laboratory, converting his old shirts into pure white sugar.
Health and appetite impart the sweetness to sugar, bread and meat.
From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.
Want a Coke?” Abra asked. “Sugar solves lots of problems, that’s what I think.
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
We have not journeyed all this way because we are made of sugar candy.