A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. – The Collected Later Poems of William Carlos Williams
When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, its your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not. – Georgia OKeeffe
Language, never forget, is more fashion than science, and matters of usage, spelling, and pronunciation tend to wander around like hemlines. – Bill Bryson, The Mother Tongue: English & How It Got That Way, 1990
