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• A committee takes root and grows, it flowers, wilts and dies, scattering the seed from which other committees will bloom.
  -- Parkinso...
• Why does the evening, does the night, put warmer love in our hearts?
  Is it the nightly pressure of helplessness? Or is it the exalting separation from the turmoils of life, that veiling of the world in which for the soul nothing there remains but souls?...
• Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him.
  Jean Paul Richte...
• I'm grinning from 'ere to 'ere...
• Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptism o'er the flowers.
  -- Robert Herrick (1591-1674) -- To Music, to becalm his Feve...
• FEAST, n. A festival. A religious celebration usually signalized by gluttony and drunkenness, frequently in honor of some holy person distinguished for abstemiousness.
  In the Roman Catholic Church feasts are "movable" and "immovable," but the celebrants are uniformly immovable until they are full....
• O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon!
  daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty...
• Flowers are the poetry of earth, as stars are the poetry of heaven.