The Flower You Single Out Is A

No Individual Is Isolated. He Who Is Sad, Saddens Others.

To Forget A Friend Is Sad. Not Every One Has Had A Friend. And If I Forget Him, I May Become Like The Grown−ups Who Are No Longer Interested In Anything But Figures.

The Wind In The Grain Is The Caress To The Spouse; It Is The Hand Of Peace Stroking Her Hair.

Truth Is Not That Which Is Demonstrable But That Which Is Ineluctable.

But If You Tame Me, My Life Will Be Filled With Sunshine. I'll Know The Sound Of Footsteps That Will Be Different From All The Rest. Others Send Me Back Underground. Yours Will Call Me Out Of My Burrow Like Music.