For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.

Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.