Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him. – Auguste Rodin