Be like the flower, turn your faces to the sun.

I love to smell flowers in the dark … You get hold of their soul then.

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.

April showers bring forth May flowers.

The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.

The flower that follows the sun does so even in cloudy days.

Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.