“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”

“Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet.”

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.”

“When a labourer could no longer work, he had lost the right to live. Work was all they [the landowners] wanted from him; he was to work and hold his tongue, year in and year out, early and late, and if he could not work, why, what was the use of him? It was what he was made for, to labour and toil for his betters, without complaint, on a starvation wage. When no more work could be squeezed out of him, he was no better than a cumberer of other folk's ground, and the proper place for such as he was the churchyard, where he would be sure to lie quiet under a few feet of earth, and want neither food nor wages any more.”

“I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.”

“There was an old, crazy dude who used to live a long time ago. His name was Lord Buckley. And he said, a long time ago, he said, "People: They're kinda like flowers and it's been a privilege walking in your garden."”

“Zeus had loved his old friend, and lifted him up, and set him among the stars as the constellation Sagittarius. Here, in the Zodiac, now above, now below the horizon, he assists in the regulation of our destinies, though in this latter time few living mortals cast their eyes respectfully toward Heaven, and fewer still sit as students to the stars.”

“No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.”
Quod est ante pedes nemo spectat, caeli scrutantur plagas.

“No star from above
nor flower in the field
seems to me as fair
as the one I love.”

“I walked beside the evening sea
And dreamed a dream that could not be;
The waves that plunged along the shore
Said only: "Dreamer, dream no more!"”