We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved.

“The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows. . . .”

The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting a few drops on yourself.

An image . . . is not simply a trademark, a design, a slogan or an easily remembered picture. It is a studiously crafted personality profile of an individual, institution, corporation, product or service.

When you look at a city, it’s like reading the hopes, aspirations and pride of everyone who built it.

Religion is a candle inside a multicolored lantern. Everyone looks through a particular color, but the candle is always there.

Only great minds can afford a simple style.

The day I see a leaf is a marvel of a day.