None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Henry David ThoreauRead
I lived in Judea eighteen hundred years ago, but I never knew that there was such a one as Christ among my contemporaries.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the idea of being unaware of significant truths or figures in one's time.
Henry David Thoreau's quote emphasizes the disconnect that can exist between an individual and profound societal influences or truths, even when they are present in their immediate environment. It suggests that one can live through major historical or spiritual experiences and remain oblivious to their significance, highlighting the importance of awareness and perception in understanding one's context.
In practice
During a lecture on historical figures, one could use this quote to illustrate the theme of unnoticed greatness.
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
I will trust Him. Whatever, wherever I am, I can never be thrown away. If I am in sickness, my sickness may serve Him; in perplexity, my perplexity may serve Him; if I am in sorrow, my sorrow may serve Him. My sickness, or perplexity, or sorrow may be necessary causes of some great end, which is quite beyond us. He does nothing in vain.
Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!
Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.
The Bible is the truest utterance that ever came by alphabetic letters from the soul of man, through which, as through a window divinely opened, all men can look into the stillness of eternity, and discern in glimpses their far-distant, long-forgotten home.
A country without a memory is a country of madmen.
Yet suppose further. Suppose that all worlds, all universes, met at a single nexus, a single pylon, a Tower. And within it, a stairway, perhaps rising to the Godhead itself. Would you dare climb to the top, gunslinger? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality, there exists a room?...' You dare not.' And in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: You dare not.
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