Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
Henry Ward Beecher
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.
For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!