The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago... had they happened to be within the reach of predatory human hands.
Havelock EllisRead
Dreams are real as long as they last. Can we say more of life?
Interpretation
Dreams hold significant value and reality while they exist, reflecting on the nature of life itself.
Havelock Ellis suggests that dreams, much like life, are transient experiences that possess their own reality during their existence. This reflects a profound philosophical idea that both dreams and life are fleeting, and their significance often lies in their temporality, prompting us to appreciate the moments we have, whether in our dreams or waking life.
In practice
In a motivational speech about pursuing oneβs aspirations.
The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago... had they happened to be within the reach of predatory human hands.
Life is livable because we know that wherever we go most of the people we meet will be restrained in their actions towards us by an almost instinctive network of taboos.
To live remains an art which everyone must learn, and which no one can teach.
The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw.
Every man of genius sees the world at a different angle from his fellows, and there is his tragedy.
It is on our failures that we base a new and different and better success.
Our American values are not luxuries but necessities, not the salt in our bread, but the bread itself. Our common vision of a free and just society is our greatest source of cohesion at home and strength abroad, greater than the bounty of our material blessings.
The worst cynicism: a belief in luck.
Most people would sooner die than think; in fact, they do so.
We have all had times...when we have seen things from God's standpoint and have wanted to stay there; but God will never allow us to stay there. ...[I]t is in the valley where we live for the glory of God.
Night, in which everything was lost, went reaching out, beyond stars and sun. Stars and sun, a few bright grains, went spiraling round for terror, and holding each other in embrace, there in a darkness that outpassed them all, and left them tiny and daunted. So much, and himself, infinitesimal, at the core of nothingness, and yet not nothing.
If every event which occurred could be given a name, there would be no need for stories.
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