It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.
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Let us admit, without bitterness, that the individual has his distinct interests and can, without felony, stipulate for those interests and defend them. The present has its pardonable amount of egotism; momentary life has its claims, and cannot be expected to sacrifice itself incessantly to the future. The generation which is in its turn passing over the earth is not forced to abridge its life for the sake of the generations, its equals after all, whose turn shall come later on.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the importance of individual interests and the balance between present and future generations.
Victor Hugo emphasizes the significance of acknowledging individual interests while also recognizing the collective responsibilities towards future generations. The quote suggests that while it is natural for individuals to prioritize their own needs and desires, there should be a harmonious coexistence with the needs of others, including those yet to come. It highlights a philosophical consideration of self-interest versus altruism across generations.
Themes
IndividualityFuture GenerationsSelf-InterestBalancePhilosophy
In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about environmental responsibility, one could quote this to highlight the importance of considering future generations.
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