" It was one January morning, very early—a pinching, frosty morning—the cove all grey with hoar-frost, the ripple lapping softly on the stones, the sun still low and only touching the hilltops and shining far to seaward. "

— Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

" Every flower blooms at a different pace. "

— Suzy Kassem

" Silence is one of the great arts of conversation. "

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

" Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature. "

— Gerard De Nerval

" To travel is to evolve. "

— Pierre Bernardo

" "If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of payments." "

— Earl Wilson