Pastoral Resources

Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses.

At every step the child should be allowed to meet the real experience of life; the thorns should never be plucked from his roses.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.

I think life is full of challenges and problems. I don't believe that anyone is perfect. We all make mistakes. It's not a bed of roses, and you have to work real hard at it.

There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted.

An idealist is one who, on noticing that roses smell better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup.

Days of wine and roses laugh and run away, like a child at play.

Everything's coming up roses - for me.

Can anyone remember love? It's like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume.

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought.

I love bringing roses to a woman when she least expects it.

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.

But aesthetics is not religion, and the origins of religion lie somewhere completely different. They lie anyway, these roses smell too sweet and the deep roar of the breaking waves is too splendid, to do justice to such weighty matters now.

The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.

With me it is exceptionally true that the Presidency is no bed of roses.

The hard part of writing at all is sitting your ass down in a chair and writing it. There's always something better to do, like I've got an interview, sharpening the pencils, trimming the roses. There's always something better to do. Going to a writer's club?

And he repents in thorns that sleeps in beds of roses.

One may live without bread, not without roses.

The worker must have bread, but she must have roses, too. Help, you women of privilege, give her the ballot to fight with.