We grow like flowers, and bear desire, The odor of the human flowers.

We grow like flowers, and bear desire, The odor of the human flowers.

We love in others what we lack in ourselves, and would be everything, but what we are.

Children are the keys of paradise.

Both parties have a genuine desire to resolve their differences.

Passing into higher forms of desire, that which slumbered in the plant, and fitfully stirred in the beast, awakes in the man.