One that would have the fruit must climb the tree.
A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.
Good thoughts bear good fruit.
Good thoughts bear good fruit, bad thoughts bear bad fruit.
Love is a fruit in season at all times and within reach of every hand.
It is necessary to look forward to a harvest, however distant that may be, when some fruit will be reaped, some good effected.
The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.
Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit.