Our attitude towards plants is a singularly narrow one. If we see any immediate utility in a plant we foster it. If for any reason we find its presence undesirable or merely a matter of indifference, we may condemn it to destruction forthwith.
What would become of the garden if the gardener treated all the weeds and slugs and birds and trespassers as he would like to be treated, if he were in their place?
Thomas Henry Huxley
One is tempted to say that the most human plants, after all, are the weeds.
John Burroughs, Pepacton, 1881
"And so it criticized each flower,
This supercilious seed;
Until it woke one summer hour,
And found itself a weed."
Mildred Howells, The Different Seed
A good garden may have some weeds.
Weeds are nature's graffiti.
Weeds Never Die.