There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.
- John Muir
Red rose, proud rose, sad rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways.
- William Butler Yeats
How can one help shivering with delight when one's hot fingers close around the stem of a live flower, cool from the shade and stiff with newborn vigor!
A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
- William Carlos Williams