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"Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed."
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"Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?"
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"Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed."
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"I also like to garden. I grow things, vegetables, flowers... I particularly like orchids. I raise orchids."
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"If you want to say it with flowers, a single rose says: "I'm cheap!""
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"I'd never been in play long enough for the flowers to die in the dressing room."
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"My own funeral, I'd like to be laid out in a coffin in my own house. I would like my coffin to be put in the double parlor, and I would like all the flowers to be white."
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"There are no such things as Flowers there are only gladdened Leaves."
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"There is no road of flowers leading to glory."
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"The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon."
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"I abhor a hoe. I am fond of flowers but not of dirt, and had rather buy them than cultivate them."
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"Every moment of light and dark is a miracle."
Exploration
"Nothing endures but personal qualities."
Nothing
"I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best."
God
"O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself."
Love
"Produce great men, the rest follows."
Man
"And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero."
Man
"Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?"
Desire
"The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to your nevertheless,And filter and fibre your blood.Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,Missing me one place, search another,I stop somewhere waiting for you."
Nature
"Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? have you reckon'd the earth much? Have you practis'd so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self."
Literature
"Have you learned the lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed passage with you?"
Wisdom
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