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

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty. – Author Unknown

Butterflies dot springtime with flitting airy kisses. – Terri Guillemets, “Spring flight & grounding,” 2014