Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock. – Henry Ward Beecher, Star Papers: A Discourse of Flowers

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair… – Susan Polis Shutz

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