“Pluck thou my flower, Oothoon the mild; Another flower shall spring, because the soul of sweet delight Can never pass away.”
“Flowers are the beautiful hairs of the Mother Spring! Don’t pluck them!”
“Criticism has plucked the imaginary flowers on the chain not in order that man shall continue to bear that chain without fantasy or consolation, but so that he shall throw off the chain and pluck the living flower.”
“If we analyze or dissect a flower, looking for the flower among its parts, we shall not find it ... And yet, we cannot deny the existence of flowers and of their sweet scent.”
“Anyone can pluck a flower...true strength is knowing how to give it life.”
“They can cut all the flowers, but they can't stop the spring...”