“What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.”

“Every life is, more or less, a ruin among whose debris we have to discover what the person ought to have been.”

“A weed is a plant out of place.”

“Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!”

“Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and color are always, wild!”

“Better not to plant seeds of selfishness than try to eradicate them once they have grown into giant weeds. (91)”