“With a tiny bit of effort, the nettle would be useful; if you neglect it, it becomes a pest. So then we kill it. How many men are like nettles... My friends, there is no such thing as a weed and no such thing as a bad man. There are only bad cultivators.”
“Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.”
“My friends, remember this: There are no bad herbs, and no bad men; there are only bad cultivators.”
“When people will not weed their own minds, they are apt to be overrun by nettles.”
“Tall NettlesTall nettles cover up, as they have doneThese many springs, the rusty harrow, the ploughLong worn out, and the roller made of stone :Only the elm butt tops the nettles now.This corner of the farmyard I like most:As well as any bloom upon a flowerI like the dust on the nettles, never lostExcept to prove the sweetness of a shower.”
“There are no bad herbs or bad men; there are only bad cultivators.”