We can in fact only define a weed, mutatis mutandis, in terms of the well-known definition of dirt – as matter out of place. What we call a weed is in fact merely a plant growing where we do not want it. – E.J. Salisbury, The Living Garden, 1935
Love is like the wild rose-briar Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly? – Emily Bronte
For male and female alike, the bodies of the other sex are messages signaling what we must do, they are glowing signifiers of our own necessities. – John Updike
