Red rose, proud rose, sad rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways.
- William Butler Yeats
The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words.
They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character,
though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
- Lydia M. Child
If dandelions were hard to grow, they would be most welcome on any lawn.
- Andrew Mason