None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Henry David ThoreauRead
Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty. The obedient must be slaves.
Interpretation
Disobedience is essential for true freedom, while blind obedience leads to enslavement.
Henry David Thoreau's quote emphasizes the idea that true liberty arises from disobedience to unjust laws and norms. In his view, those who blindly obey authorities are not exercising their freedom but rather submitting to a form of mental and moral slavery, thus losing their autonomy and ability to think critically about their lives and society.
In practice
This quote is perfect for a speech on civil rights movements.
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
I could safely declare, I am an idealist... I believe in everything - I am only looking for proofs.
The superior man, even when he is not moving, has a feeling of reverence, and while he speaks not, he has the feeling of truthfulness.
It was for one minute that I saw him, but the hair stood upon my head like quills. Sir, if that was my master, why had he a mask upon his face?
We must be convinced that abundance is the natural state of the Universe. To experience and accept abundance in our life, we must be convinced that as we conceive and believe, the Universe handles the details.
I do not believe there is an atheist in the world who would bulldoze Mecca-or Chartres, York Minster or Notre Dame, the Shwe Dagon, the temples of Kyoto or, of course, the Buddhas of Bamiyan.
When I left Merle was wearing a bungalow apron and rolling pie crust. She came to the door wiping her hands on the apron and kissed me on the mouth and began to cry and ran back into the house, leaving the doorway empty [...] I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again. (p. 262)
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