The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.

The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.

Three years she grew in sun and shower,/ Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower/ On earth was never sown;/ This child I to myself will take;/ She shall be mine, and I will make/ A Lady of my own.

How beautiful maleness is, if it finds its right expression.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.