The little things

“She said that she whould dance with me if I brought her red roses”, cried the young Student, “but in all my garden there is no red rose.”
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“No red rose in all my garden!”, he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. “Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched”.
Oscar Wilde – The Nightingale and The Rose