As in the rankest soil the most beautiful flowers are grown, so in the dark soil of poverty the choicest flowers of humanity have developed and bloomed.

The richest soil, if cultivated, produces the rankest weeds

The richest genius, like the most fertile soil, when uncultivated, shoots up into the rankest weeds

She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims...

Every flower can flourish with fertile soil and water.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.