Today as in the time of Pliny and Columella, the hyacinth flourishes in Wales, the periwinkle in Illyria, the daisy on the ruins of Numantia,
while around them cities have changed their masters and their names, collided and smashed, disappeared into nothingness,
their peaceful generations have crossed down the ages as fresh and smiling as on the days of battle.
- Edgar Quinet
If seeds in the black earth can turn into such beautiful roses, what might not the heart of man become in its long journey toward the stars?
- G.K. Chesterton
In Italian, a beautiful lady,
In English a deadly poison.
- Ambrose Bierce
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