Forests were the first temples of the Divinity, and it is in the forests that men have grasped the first idea of architecture.
Franois-Ren De ChateaubriandRead
A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which.
Interpretation
A master life expert sees no separation between work and play, blending all aspects of life harmoniously.
This quote suggests that true mastery in living comes from understanding that work, leisure, learning, and recreation are interconnected parts of life rather than separate entities. A person who embodies this philosophy may find joy and fulfillment in all activities, blurring the lines between productivity and relaxation, thereby achieving a holistic approach to living.
In practice
During a team-building retreat, to emphasize the importance of balance between work and fun.
Forests were the first temples of the Divinity, and it is in the forests that men have grasped the first idea of architecture.
The original writer is not he who refrains from imitating others, but he who can be imitated by none.
A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds fleeting like our illusions, the light diminishing like our intelligence, the sun growing colder like our affections, the rivers becoming frozen like our lives--all bear secret relations to our destinies.
Every man carries within himself a world made up of all that he has seen and loved; and it is to this world that he returns, incessantly, though he may pass through and seem to inhabit a world quite foreign to it.
And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of Honor Well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell.
Each time a new baby is born there is a possibility of reprieve. Each child is a new being, a potential prophet, a new spiritual prince, a new spark of light precipitated into the outer darkness.
There is a coherence in things, a stability; something... is immune from change and shines out... in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby.
You see, the outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter.
And thus I aspire to preach the gospel, not where Christ was already named so that I would not build on another man's foundation.
Life, after all, was a secret with the self. The more one gave out, the less there remained for the center--that center which she coveted for herself and recognized instantly in others. Fruits had it, the very heart of, say, a cherry, where the true worth and flavor lay. Some of course were flawed or hollow in there. Many, in fact.
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