Lone and erect, beneath light's primal flood,
A lily! and pure as any one of you.
At dawn I asked the lotus,
'What is the meaning of life?'
Slowly she opened her hand
with nothing in it.
- Debra Woolard Bender
He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person,
but his good fortune is small compared to that of the happy mortal who enters this world with a passion for flowers in his soul.
- Celia Thaxter
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite over canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with elgantine.
- William Shakespeare