“Maude: What flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don’t know…one of these maybe.
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they’re all alike.
Maude: Oh, but they’re not. Look. See…some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some have even lost some petals…all kinds of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world’s sorrow comes from people who are THIS (points to a flower), yet allow themselves to be treated (gestures to the field) as that.”
Harold And Maude