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If you would be loved, love and be lovable. - Benjamin Franklin I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live up to what light I have. - Abraham Lincoln If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other. - Mother Teresa Marriage is one long conversation checkered by disputes. - Robert Louis Stevenson Once you say you're going to settle for second, that's what happens to you in life, I find. - John F. Kennedy It ain't those parts of the Bible that I can't understand that bother me, it's the parts that I do understand. - Mark Twain

Flowers may beckon towards us, but they speak toward heaven and God.

- Henry Ward Beecher

Flowers are words Which even a babe may understand.

- Bishop Coxe

But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

- Robert Herrick

And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies.

- Christopher Marlowe

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin.

- Matthew

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

- John Milton

In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard among the guns below.

- John McCrae

Tis the last rose of summer. Left blooming alone.

- George Moore

Where flowers degenerate man cannot live.

- Napoleon

"Of what are you afraid, my child?" inquired the kindly teacher. "Oh, sir! the flowers, they are wild," replied the timid creature.

- Peter Newell

If of thy mortal goods thoU art bereft, And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left, Sell one, and with the dole Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

- Sadi

Say it with flowers.

- Patrick F. O'Keefe

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

- Omar Khayyam

One thing is certain and the rest is lies; The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

- Omar Khayyam

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky the night, I mourn'd—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

- Walt Whitman