None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Henry David ThoreauRead
Nature is slow, but sure; she works no faster than need be; she is the tortoise that wins the race by her perseverance.
Interpretation
Nature operates at its own pace, emphasizing patience and perseverance as key to success.
Henry David Thoreau's quote highlights the importance of patience and steady effort in achieving success. By comparing nature to the tortoise in Aesop's fable, Thoreau illustrates that slow and deliberate progress often leads to victory over faster, less consistent approaches.
In practice
In a motivational speech about achieving long-term goals.
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
A large animal needs a large area. If you protect that area, you're also protecting thousands of other plants and animals. You're saving all these species that future generations will want - you're saving the world for your children and your children's children. . . . The destruction of species is final. If you lose a species, you lose the genes, you lose all the potential drugs and potential foods that could be useful to the next generations. The ecosystems will not function as they have.
What a blessed thing it is, that Nature, when she invented, manufactured, and patented her authors, contrived to make critics out of the chips that were left!
In traditional societies, nature was seen as oneβs wife, but the modern West turned it into a prostitute.
Many a night I saw the Pleiads,_x000D_ _x000D_ Rising thro' the mellow shade,_x000D_ _x000D_ Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies,_x000D_ _x000D_ Tangled in a silver braid.
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
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