“Scent is the soul of flowers, and sea flowers, as splendid as they may be, have no soul!”

We are of opinion that instead of letting books grow moldy behind an iron grating, far from the vulgar gaze, it is better to let them wear out by being read.

Anything a man can imagine, another can create.

If there were no thunder, men would have little fear of lightning.

It’s really useful to travel, if you want to see new things.

Though sleep is called our best friend, it is a friend who often keeps us waiting!

Man is never perfect nor contented.

However, everything has an end, everything passes away, even the hunger of people who have not eaten

I can undertake and persevere even without hope of success.

Reality provides us with facts so romantic that imagination itself could add nothing to them.

It seems wisest to assume the worst from the beginning, and let anything better come as a surprise.

On the earth, even in the darkest night, the light never wholly abandons his rule. It is diffused and subtle, but little as may remain, the retina of the eye is sensible of it.

An English criminal, you know is always better concealed in London than anywhere else.

When the mind once allows a doubt to gain entrance, the value of deeds performed grow less, their character changes, we forget the past and dread the future.

What you do for money you do badly.

I saw the world. I learnt of new cultures. I flew across an ocean. I wore women’s clothing. Made a friend. Fell in love. Who cares if I lost a wager?

Man is so constituted that health is a purely negative state. Hunger once satisfied, it is difficult for a man to imagine the horrors of starvation; they cannot be understood without being felt.

Despite knowing they won’t be here for long they still choose to live their brightest lives- sunflowers.

No rose without a thorn but many a thorn without a rose.

And the flower I pick is you to throw you in water and watch you re-root.

The Red Rose on my grave shows once I was in love.

This morning I told the flowers what I’d do for you and they blossomed.

She was a rose in the hands of those who had no intention of keeping her.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understand each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings.

She reminds me of sunflowers when she faced the light she bloomed.