When I walk with you, I feel as if I had a flower in my buttonhole.
- William Makepeace Thackeray
Lone and erect, beneath light's primal flood,
A lily! and pure as any one of you.
There are philosophies as varied as the flowers of the field,
and some of them weeds and a few of them poisonous weeds.
But they none of them create the psychological conditions
in which I first saw, or desired to see, the flower.
- G. K. Chesterton
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
- Edmund Spenser