Taste and love are not the servants of the will. Love is and must be free. It rises from the heart like perfume from a flower.
Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.
Just as a flower which seems beautiful and has color but no perfume, so are the fruitless words of the man who speaks them but does them not.
Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
A woman's perfume tells more about her than her handwriting.