It was as though he had cut up the sky, melted down a flower garden, tossed in some jewels and made it into glass.

Happiness is the natural flower of duty.

He would pore by the hour, o'er a weed or a flower, / Or the slugs that come crawling out after a shower.

I said to myself -- I'll paint what I see -- what the flower is to me but I'll paint it big and they will be surprised into taking time to look at it -- I will make even busy New Yorkers take time to see what I see of flowers.

When you picked her up she would shake. She was like a little fragile flower.

O fateful flower beside the rill - The Daffodil, the daffodil!