“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.”

If you are a dreamer come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tails to spin, come in, come in.

Don’t know where he’s going but sees where he’s been.

Sometimes I get so depressed about what I haven’t done.

Many leaves one tree.

Make it so good and so clear that it doesn’t need any further explanation.

I’ve found my missin’ piece So grease my knees and fleece my bees I’ve found my missin’ piece.

Everything isn’t everything.

She had blue skin. And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They searched for blue their whole life through, Then passed right by – And never knew.

Comfortable shoes and the freedom to leave are the two most important things in life.

Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’t, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me, Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.

If there is a book you want to read but isn`t written yet, write it.

And the tree was happy.

And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration?

It’s all the same to the clam.

Whatever you are is all okay. I don’t like you anyway.

When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?

Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.

Happiness is within you… so unlock the chains from your heart and let yourself grow- like the sweet flower you are. I know the answer- just spread your wings and set yourself free.

The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

My heart is a wild flower.

He dirtied my name with his dark and muddy lies. The earth he left grew flowers for the butterflies & now I thrive.

Do not bring flowers to my grave. Bring them to someone who is yet alive.

And so she remained a mystery, something to dream about on rainy days staring at the dark holly clouds passing by. – in a bed of flowers.

How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.