I wish I might a rose-bud grow And thou wouldst cull me from the bower. To place me on that breast of snow Where I should bloom a wintry flower.

Till the rose's lips grow pale With her sighs.

"Take courage, soul! Hold not thy strength in vain! With faith o'ercome the steeps Thy God hath set for thee. Beyond the Alpine summits of great pain Lieth thine Italy."

We have a saying in Guns N' Roses: 'When somebody's gonna get yelled at, they're gonna get the corn.'

The worker must have bread, but she must have roses, too. Help, you women of privilege, give her the ballot to fight with.

We the roses...