“It takes a certain maturity of mind to accept that nature works as steadily in rust as in rose petals.”
“She smelled like a rose, and she tasted like a rose petal.”
“Your petal from the salty rose”
“...it´s not all rose petals, rainbows and shit...”
“And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart”
“Now a work of art is a work of nature, but it is a work of human nature. It is a work of the mind: and it's a work of the mind in circumstances for an occasion which, to which, for which, and which it may be supremely natural and simple and effective."The Nature of Art" December 19, 1954”