Consequently the student who is devoid of talent will derive no more profit from this work than barren soil from a treatise on agriculture.
QuintilianRead
Fear of the future is worse than one's present fortune.
Interpretation
Worrying about what might happen in the future can be more detrimental than dealing with current challenges.
This quote by Quintilian emphasizes the idea that anxiety and fear regarding future uncertainties often create more distress than the realities we face in our current lives. It suggests that while the present may have its difficulties, allowing ourselves to be consumed by the fear of what lies ahead can lead to greater suffering and hinder our ability to cope with the present.
In practice
In a motivational speech about embracing life, one could use this quote to encourage people not to be held back by fear of future failures.
Consequently the student who is devoid of talent will derive no more profit from this work than barren soil from a treatise on agriculture.
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Whilst we deliberate how to begin a thing, it grows too late to begin it.
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An evil-speaker differs from an evil-doer only in the want of opportunity.
It is the nurse that the child first hears, and her words that he will first attempt to imitate.
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If you have no wounds, how can you know if you're alive?
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I yearn to live and love and burn, and yet so much of my time is spent faking and forgetting, faking and forgetting I carry out my disbelief with uninspired hands, my eyes shut, my emotions dulled, my spirit numb. In times like these I am in desperate need of truth to come to me like a blinding light, like a splinter in my soul, reminding me of the brevity of my time here on earth.
Scandal sells books; fidelity does not.
The air was stifling, but he liked it because it was stifling city air, full of excitingly unpleasant smells, dangerous music, and the distant sound of warring police tribes.
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