This old world that we're livin' in is might hard to beat.
You get a thorn with every rose But - ain't the roses sweet?
- Frank Stanton
How can one help shivering with delight when one's hot fingers close around the stem of a live flower, cool from the shade and stiff with newborn vigor!
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers,
so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.
Bricks to all greenhouses!
Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!
- Edward Abbey
flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
- Antonio Porchia