What though youth gave love and roses Age still leaves us friends and wine.
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.