Love is the flower of life, and blossoms
unexpectedly and without law, and must be
plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the
brief hour of its duration. ~D.H. Lawrence
The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him. ~Auguste Rodin
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