None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Henry David ThoreauRead
Generally speaking, a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.
Interpretation
Our perception shapes our experience of the world around us.
This quote by Thoreau suggests that the desolate wilderness itself does not make any noise; it is our own imagination and emotions that give life to the wilderness. It emphasizes the idea that how we interpret and experience our surroundings is influenced more by our thoughts and perceptions than by the reality of the environment itself. The vastness and quietness of nature can evoke strong feelings, which reflects our inner state rather than the external world.
In practice
Giving a speech about the power of imagination in interpreting nature.
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
People have been predicting the death of philosophy since the 17th century. When I was a student, people were saying, 'We're in the last days of philosophy.' Then we were told in the '60s it would be replaced by sociology, then by literary criticism.
People were excited by violence. What, after all, was the sexual act but a voluntarily endured assault, a momentary death?
But as a Scot with a lifelong love of Scotland and the arts, I believe the opportunity of independence is too good to miss. Simply put there is no more creative an act than creating a new nation.
Once, power was considered a masculine attribute. In fact, power has no sex.
Can I confess something? I tell you this as an artist, I think you'll understand. Sometimes when I'm driving on the road at night I see two headlights coming toward me. Fast. I have this sudden impulse to turn the wheel quickly, head-on into the oncoming car. I can anticipate the explosion. The sound of shattering glass. The flames rising out of the flowing gasoline.
He that hath lost his credit is dead to the world.
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