Can anything be so elegant as to have few wants, and to serve them one's self?
Pride, and Thrift, and Expediency, who jeered and chirped and were so well pleased with themselves, and made merry with the dream, as they termed it, of Philosophy and Love, — behold they are all flat, and here is the Soul erect and unconquered still.
A weed is just a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.