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
Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully. – William C. Bryant
For above all things Love means sweetness, and truth, and measure yea, loyalty to the loved one and to your word. And because of this I dare not meddle with so high a matter. – Marie de France
