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 know of no other genus whose plants flower out-of-doors every day of the year.
I know of no other genus with one or more species coming into bloom or growth, peaking or going dormant at every season.
- Nancy Goodwin
Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and air of passion
- Thom Bodebt