Sunday, July 25, 2010


• What's in a name? That which we call a rose/By any other name would smell as sweet. — William Shakespeare, Romeo an Juliet act II, sc. ii
• Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,/Old Time is still a-flying — Robert Herrick, To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
• O, my love's like a red, red rose/That's newly sprung in June — Robert Burns, A Red, red Rose
• Information appears to stew out of me naturally, like the precious ottar of roses out of the otter. Mark Twain, Roughing It
• Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses. — James Oppenheim, “Bread and Roses”
• Rose is a roseis a rose is a rose — Gertrude Stein, Sacred Emily (1913), a poem included in Geography and Plays.
• The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose – Kahlil Gibran
• 'I love to see you at my table, Nick. You remind me of a- of a rose, an absolute rose.' - Daisy Buchanan, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.


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