None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Henry David ThoreauRead
Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to the god he worships, after a style purely his own, nor can he get off by hammering marble instead. We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones. Any nobleness begins at once to refine a man's features, any meanness or sensuality to imbrute them.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes that individuals shape their own existence and character through their actions and choices.
Henry David Thoreau asserts that each person is responsible for crafting their own identity and physicality, akin to an artist creating a masterpiece. The quality of one's character, whether noble or base, directly influences one's outward appearance and essence, suggesting that our moral and ethical choices define us and the way we present ourselves to the world.
In practice
In a motivational speech about personal growth.
None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Through want of enterprise and faith men are where they are, buying and selling and spending their lives like servants.
An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.
Have no mean hours, but be grateful for every hour, and accept what it brings. The reality will make any sincere record respectable.
As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.
That grand old poem called Winter
It is said that the present is pregnant with the future.
I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.
I feel like the better version of myself is on paper... I'd rather have people know me on paper.
A born king is a very rare being.
Only ambition is fired by the coincidences of success and easy accomplishment but nothing is quite as splendidly uplifting to the heart as the defeat of a human being who battles against the invincible superiority of fate. This is always the most grandiose of all tragedies, one sometimes created by a dramatist but created thousands of times by life.
This brings me back to the image of Kafka standing before a fish in the Berlin aquarium, a fish on which his gaze fell in a newly found peace after he decided not to eat animals. Kafka recognized that fish as a member of his invisible family- not as his equal, of course, but as another being that was his concern.
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