A Quote by Robert A. Heinlein

Butterflies are self propelled flowers. — © Robert A. Heinlein
Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
Butterflies are not insects,' Captain John Sterling said soberly. 'They are self-propelled flowers.
The future is always fairyland to the young. Life is like a beautiful and winding lane, on either side bright flowers, and beautiful butterflies and tempting fruits, which we scarcely pause to admire and to taste, so eager are we to hasten to an opening which we imagine will be more beautiful still. But by degrees, as we advance, the trees grow bleak; the flowers and butterflies fail, the fruits disappear, and we find we have arrived--to reach a desert waste.
Flowers belong to Fairyland: the flowers and the birds and the butterflies are all that the world has kept of its golden age--the only perfectly beautiful things on earth--joyous, innocent, half divine--useless, say they who are wiser than God.
Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.
place where man laughs, sings, picks flowers, chases butterflies and pets birds, makes love with maidens, and plays with children. Here he spontaneously reveals his nature, the base as well as the noble. Here also he buries his sorrows and difficulties and cherishes his ideals and hopes. It is in the garden that men discover themselves. Indeed one discovers not only his real self but also his ideal self?he returns to his youth. Inevitably the garden is made the scene of man's merriment, escapades, romantic abandonment, spiritual awakening or the perfection of his finer self.
I never thought much about flowers until I made the close acquaintance of a man who knew all about them. You would have thought that the butterflies and flowers were friends of his. See how richly they are clad, he said. Even King Solomon did not have such raiment.
Life is not only full of sound and fury. It also has butterflies, flowers, art.
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are.
Without butterflies, the world would soon have few flowers. There is enough room in the sky for all flyers.
And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.
I was more of, like, into butterflies, insects, playing out in the yard, planting flowers. I was really into plants.
Butterflies are but flowers that blew away one sunny day when Nature was feeling at her most inventive and fertile.
Capital must be propelled by self-interest; it cannot be enticed by benevolence.
We liked to be known as the clever girls. When we decorated our hands with henna for holidays and weddings, we drew calculus and chemical formulae instead of flowers and butterflies.
For the flowers are great blessings. For the Lord made a Nosegay in the meadow with his disciples and preached upon the lily. For the flowers have great virtues for all senses. For the flower glorifies God and the root parries the adversary. For the flowers have their angels even the words of God's creation. For there is a language of flowers. For there is a sound reasoning upon all flowers. For flowers are peculiarly the poetry of Christ.
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