When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
I believe that artists often do not know what they can do best, because they are too vain and have fixed their minds on something prouder than those small plants seem to be that really can grow on their soil to perfection and are new, strange, and beautiful. They do not think much of what is actually good in their own garden or vineyard; and their love and insight are not of the same order.
-Nietzsche, The Gay Science, Chapter 87, Of the vanity of artists
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Here I see a poet who, like many a human being, is more attractive by virtue of his imperfections than he is by all the things that grow to completion and perfection under his hands.
-Nietzsche, The Gay Science, Chapter 79, The attraction of imperfection
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,