“Where is the land of Luthany,Where is the tract of Elenore?I am bound therefore.'Pierce thy heart to find the key;With thee takeOnly what none else would keep;Learn to dream when thou dost wake;Lea...”

“The fairest things have fleetest end,Their scent survives their close:But the rose's scent is bitternessTo her who loved the rose.”

“My freshness is spending its wavering shower in the dust.”

“Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.”

“In all change well looked into the germinal good out-vails the apparent ill.”

“What you theoretically know vividly realize.”

“I could feel a deep connection to Spirit in every glorious sunset and awesome wonder in every uncurling flower, but I couldnt feel anything like that in the hollow words of men gone by.”

“We can learn so much from nature by simply observing how it works through a flower. The flower knows it is part of nature' we have forgotten that.”

“The flower replied: you fool! Do you imagine I blossom in order to be seen? I blossom for my own sake because it pleases me, not for the sake of others. My joy consists in my being and my blossoming.”

“The stars were extra bright tonight, and they shone and glimmered as if each one had something it wanted to say.”

“I was a teen star. That's disgusting enough.”

“Architecture is a rare collective profession: it's always exercised by groups. There is an essential modesty, which is a complete contradiction to the notion of a star.”