Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose garden.
- T.S. Eliot
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
- Walt Whitman
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
- William Shakespeare
To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat.
- Beverly Nichols