A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.
- H.L. Mencken
Oh, my luve’s like a red, red rose,
That ’s newly sprung in June,
Oh, my luve’s like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
- Robert Burns
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
To me, the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
- William Wordsworth