I have a garden of my own,
But so with roses overgrown,
that you would it guess to be a little wilderness.
- Andrew Marvell
A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.
- H.L. Mencken
Lowly, with a broken neck,
The crocus lays her cheek to mire.
- George Meredith
A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking.
but even on solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.
- Vita Sackville-West