I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high over vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay,
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
- William Wordsworth
From a thorn comes a rose, and from a rose comes a thorn.
- Greek Proverb
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
- Claude Monet
God loved the flowers and invented soil. Man loved the flowers and invented vases.
- Variation of a saying by Jacques Deval