November 5, 2009 § 3 Comments
Flowers may beckon towards us, but they speak toward heaven and God.
HENRY WARD BEECHER
- Happy is the man who can with vigorous wing
- Mount to those luminous serene fields!
- The man whose thoughts, like larks,
- Take liberated flight toward the morning skies
- –Who hovers over life and understands without effort
- The language of flowers and voiceless things!
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE, "Elevation"
Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.
SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE, The Naval Treaty