Patience! coy singers of the Delphic wood,
The brightest sun tempts forth the viper brood;
And, of all insects buds and blooms enclose,
The one that stinks the most infests the rose.
“The germ of beauty will develop very little where a meagre nature denies man all invigoration, and where a wasteful nature relieves him of any effort — where dull sensuousness feels no need, and where powerful appetite finds no satsisfaction”
Friedrich Schiller | On the Aesthetic Education of Man