They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.—Ernest Dowson
I’d love to have the whole place swimming in roses.—James Joyce, Ulysses
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.—William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.—Anne Brontë
Why is it no one ever sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get one perfect rose.—Dorothy Parker