And to my thinking as a lover of life, butterflies, soap-bubbles, and whatever is of their kind among men, know most of happiness. To see these light, foolish, delicate, mobile little souls flitting about—that moveth Zarathustra to tears and to song. – Friedrich Nietzsche (1844–1900), “Of Reading and Writing,” Thus Spake Zarathus

Flowers and butterflies drift in color, illuminating spring. – Author Unknown

Love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes. – Author Unknown