People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers so long as they are wild free spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!

Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

Forests lakes and rivers clouds and winds stars and flowers stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence leaves its impress upon the soul of man.

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Earth laughs in flowers.

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.