None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Henry David ThoreauRead
All voting is a sort of gaming, like checkers or backgammon, with a slight moral tinge to it, a playing with right and wrong.
Interpretation
Voting is compared to a game that involves moral decisions.
Thoreau suggests that voting, much like games such as checkers or backgammon, involves strategic choices and moral considerations. This analogy highlights the complexity of human decision-making in the political realm, emphasizing that our choices encompass both right and wrong outcomes.
In practice
During a debate about civic engagement, one might cite this quote to highlight the importance of moral responsibility in voting.
None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
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Don't you know that everybody's got a Fairyland of their own?
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