Deep in their roots all flowers keep the light. >>
What is madness but nobility of soul. At odds with circumstance? >>
In a dark time, the eye begins to see. >>
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly. >>
He does not care for flowers. Calls them rubbish, and cannot tell one >>
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They >>
Deep in their roots all flowers keep the light.