“My lovely shining fragile broken house is filled with flowers and founded on a rock.”

“Second FigSafe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!”

“Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly;A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud;A brittle that's broken presently;A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour.And as goods lost are seld or never found,As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh,As flowers dead lie withered on the ground,As broken glass no cement can redress;So beauty blemished once, for ever lost,In spite of physic, painting, pain and cost.”

“Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks.”

“Such an awful fragility of love he thought that plans are made and broken and remade in these gaps between rational behavior.”

“To experience biophilia is to love a diversity that, as limitless as it is fragile, both haunts us and fills us with hope. ”