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

The value of a principle is the number of things it will explain.

The sanity of society is a balance of a thousand insanity's.

For each thorn, there's a rosebud... For each twilight - a dawn... For each trial - the strength to carry on, For each storm cloud - a rainbow... For each shadow - the sun... For each parting - sweet memories when sorrow is done.

Want is a growing giant whom the coat of have was never large enough to cover.

The soul is not born; it does not die; it was not produced from anyone… Unborn, eternal, it is not slain, though the body is slain.

My giant goes with me wherever I go.