When what you read elevates your mind and fills you with noble aspirations, look for no other rule by which to judge a book; it is good, and is the work of a master-hand.
Jean De La BruyereRead
Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time.
Interpretation
Time is fleeting and once it passes, it cannot be reclaimed.
This quote by Jean De La Bruyere highlights the transient nature of time, suggesting that days, months, and years swiftly pass us by, becoming lost to the past. It serves as a poignant reminder of the importance of living in the present and appreciating each moment, as the opportunity to do so is fleeting and ultimately irretrievable.
In practice
During a speech about living life to the fullest, one might use this quote to emphasize the importance of seizing the moment.
When what you read elevates your mind and fills you with noble aspirations, look for no other rule by which to judge a book; it is good, and is the work of a master-hand.
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.
We seldom repent of speaking little, very often of speaking too much: a vulgar and trite maxim, which all the world knows and, but which all the world does not practice
False greatness is unsociable and remote: conscious of its own frailty, it hides, or at least averts its face, and reveals itself only enough to create an illusion and not be recognized as the meanness that it really is. True greatness is free, kind, familiar and popular; it lets itself be touched and handled, it loses nothing by being seen at close quarters; the better one knows it, the more one admires it.
From time to time there appear on the face of the earth men of rare and consummate excellence, who dazzle us by their virtue, and whose outstanding qualities shed a stupendous light. Like those extraordinary stars of whose origins we are ignorant, and of whose fate, once they have vanished, we know even less, such men have neither forebears nor descendants: they are the whole of their race.
Every man is valued in this world as he shows by his conduct that he wishes to be valued.
To be a man, to have been born without knowing it or wanting it, to be thrown into the ocean of existence, to be obliged to swim, to exist; to have an identity; to resist the pressure and shocks from the outside and the unforeseen and unforeseeable acts - one's own and those of others - which so often exceed one's capacities? And what is more, to endure one's own thoughts about all this: in a word, to be human.
And he whose soul is flat -- the sky Will cave in on him by and by.
The gentleman is calm and at ease. The gentleman is dignified but not proud; the small man is proud but not dignified.
A performer may be taken in by his own act, convinced at the moment that the impression of reality which he fosters is the one and only reality. In such cases we have a sense in which the performer comes to be his own audience; he comes to be performer and observer of the same show. Presumably he introcepts or incorporates the standards he attempts to maintain in the presence of others so that even in their absence his conscience requires him to act in a socially proper way.
One man pins me to the wall, while with another I walk among the stars
I do not like to get the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.
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