Maude: I should like to change into a sunflower most of all.
They're so tall and simple.
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: Oooh, but they're *not*. Look.
See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have 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*, [she points to a daisy] yet allow themselves be treated as *that*. [she gestures to a field of daisies]
[from the movie: "Harold and Maude"]