From seeds of his body blossomed the flower that liberated a people and touched the soul of a nation.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
What an enthusiastic devotion is that which sends a man from the attractions of home, the ties of neighbourhood, the bonds of country, to range plains, valleys, hills, mountains, for a new flower.
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
By cultivating the beautiful we scatter the seeds of heavenly flowers, as by doing good we cultivate those that belong to humanity.
Thus first of all in His own person He sanctified, restored, and blessed human nature.
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awake - Aye, what then?
All things must come to the soul from its roots, from where it is planted.
We were born to die and we die to live. As seedlings of God, we barely blossom on earth; we fully flower in heaven.