The cloning of humans is on most of the lists of things to worry about from Science along with behaviour control genetic engineering transplanted heads computer poetry and the unrestrained growth of plastic flowers.

We belong to the camp of peace. We believe in peace. We believe that our one God wishes us to live in peace and wishes peace upon us for these are His teachings to all the followers of the three great monotheistic religions the Children of Abraham.

Not just Christians and Jews but also Muslims Buddhists Hindus and the followers of many other religions believe in values like peace respect tolerance and dignity. These are values that bring people together and enable us to build responsible and solid communities.

Little things seem nothing but they give peace like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.

Nothing is wrong with peace and love. It is all the more regrettable that so many of Christ's followers seem to disagree.

A committee is organic rather than mechanical in its nature: it is not a structure but a plant. It takes root and grows it flowers wilts and dies scattering the seed from which other committees will bloom in their turn.

The artist is the confidant of nature flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.

I am following Nature without being able to grasp her I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

Deep in their roots all flowers keep the light.

Let a hundred flowers bloom let a hundred schools of thought contend.

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers so long as they are wild free spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

Forests lakes and rivers clouds and winds stars and flowers stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence leaves its impress upon the soul of man.

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

Earth laughs in flowers.