Grace is the permanent climate of divine kindness; the perennial infusion of springtime into the winter of bleakness.
– John O’Donohue
Wonder was the grace of the country. Any action could be justified by that: the wonder it was rooted in. Period followed period, and finally the wonder was that things could be built so big. Bridges, skyscrapers, fortunes, all having a life first in the marketplace, still drew on the force of wonder.
– George W. S. Trow
Can anything be more grotesque and barbarous than our ‘florists’ bouquets,’ a series of concentric rings of flowers of divers colours, bordered by maidenhair and a piece of stiff lace paper, in which stems, leaves, and even petals are brutally crushed, and the grace and individuality of each flower systematically destroyed?
– Isabella Bird