Weekend Words: Weed
On the occasion of its 40th anniversary, High Times Magazine has issued High Times: A 40-Year History of the World’s Most Infamous Magazine, which The New York Times calls "a coffee table book for low, sticky coffee tables."
On the occasion of its 40th anniversary, High Times Magazine has issued High Times: A 40-Year History of the World’s Most Infamous Magazine, which The New York Times calls “a coffee table book for low, sticky coffee tables.”
“O thou weed!
Who art so lovely fair and smell’st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne’er been born!”
—Shakespeare, Othello
“Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys,
Unfriendly to society’s chief joys.”
—William Cowper, “Conversation” (on tobacco)
“Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.”
—Emily Bronte, “No Coward Soul Is Mine”
“What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not been discovered.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson, Fortune of the Republic (1879)
“When people will not weed their own minds, they apt to be overrun with weeds.”
—Horace Walpole, letter to Countess of Ailesbury (1779)
“He who hunts for flowers will find flowers; and he who loves weeds will find weeds.”
—Henry Ward Beecher
“Love, the strongest and deepest element in all life, the harbinger of hope, of joy, of ecstasy; love, the defier of all laws, of all conventions; love, the freest, the most powerful molder of human destiny; how can such an all-compelling force be synonymous with that poor little State and Church-begotten weed, marriage?”
—Emma Goldman
“I thought love would adapt itself
to my needs.
But needs grow too fast;
they come up like weeds.
Through cracks in the conversation.
Through silences in the dark.
Through everything you thought was concrete.”
—Alice Walker, “Did This Happen to Your Mother? Did Your Sister Throw Up a Lot?”
