“Wondering When the Strings Will Snap” poem:“The marigolds herald autumn’s colors alreadyIn their sun-shrine faces, iconographicFloral worship of their distant deity -- yet theyDie at the first touch of frost, unlike chrysanthemums,The true flowers of fall.”

“Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart. ”

“Some people fall head over heels. Other people begin to fall without even knowing it—love grows like a spring flower beneath last autumn’s leaves and catches them by surprise.”

“The flowers, the gorgeous mystic, multi-colored flowers are not the flowers of life, but people, yes people are the true flowers of life.”

“Prosperity is only an instrument to be used, not a deity to be worshipped.”

“For she is a fair maiden, fairest lady of a house of queens. And yet I know not how I should speak of her. When I first looked on her and perceived her unhappiness, it seemed to me that I saw a white flower standing straight and proud, shapely as a lily, and yet knew that it was hard, as if wrought by elf-wrights out of steel. Or was it, maybe, a frost that had turned its sap to ice, and so it stood, bitter-sweet, still fair to see, but stricken, soon to fall and die?- Aragorn about Éowyn”