Belief like any other moving body follows the path of least resistance.
Samuel ButlerRead
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
Interpretation
Autumn brings a balance of loss and gain, where the beauty of flowers fades but is replaced by the abundance of fruit.
This quote reflects the transition of seasons, highlighting that although the vibrant flowers of spring and summer may fade in autumn, the season offers its own rewards in the form of fruits. It suggests that change can lead to valuable outcomes, encouraging appreciation for what is gained even when something beautiful is lost.
In practice
In a speech about the beauty of nature, one might say, 'As Samuel Butler wisely noted, 'Autumn is the mellower season...'
Belief like any other moving body follows the path of least resistance.
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