Love flowers best in openness and freedom.

I hold no preference among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. (Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!)

Each thing in its way, when true to its own character, is equally beautiful.

All living things on earth are kindred.

...when you're in love, all of your doors are open, and all of their doors are open. And you roller-skate down your halls together.

A woman who runs off with her lover does not abandon her husband; she rids him of an unfaithful wife.

Love, the strongest and deepest element in all life, the harbinger of hope, of joy, of ecstasy; love, the defier of all laws, of all conventions; love, the fre…