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• There is a reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Reaper and the Flowe...
• Flowers are the poetry of earth, as stars are the poetry of heaven.
• A man met a beautiful young woman in a bar. They got along well, shared dinner, and had a marvelous evening.
  When he left her, he told her that he had really enjoyed their time together, and hoped to see her again, soon....
• The star of the unconquered will. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Light of Sta
• A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin. -- H. L. Mencke
• A major, with wonderful force, Called out in Hyde Park for a horse.
  All the flowers looked round, But no horse could be found; So he just rhododendron, of course....
• Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Evangeline, Part i...
• The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Endymio...