It is a socialist idea that making profits is a vice; I consider the real vice is making losses.
Winston ChurchillRead
No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle.
Interpretation
Time spent enjoying life and its experiences is never wasted.
Winston Churchill's quote suggests that any time dedicated to engaging in activities that bring joy and fulfillment, particularly those that connect us to nature and adventure, is time well spent. The metaphor 'in the saddle' indicates a passion for horse riding, but extends to any pursuit that brings personal happiness and sense of freedom, reinforcing the idea that life's true value lies in meaningful experiences rather than mere existence.
In practice
During a motivational speech about embracing life's adventures.
It is a socialist idea that making profits is a vice; I consider the real vice is making losses.
The United States is like a gigantic boiler. Once the fire is lit under it, there's no limit to the power it can generate.
Politics is almost as exciting as war, and quite as dangerous. In war you can only be killed once, but in politics many times.
I will not pretend that if I had to choose between communism and Nazism I would choose communism.
Mountaintops inspire leaders but valleys mature them.
True genius resides in the capacity for evaluation of uncertain, hazardous, and conflicting information.
I was lucky to come from a difficult area. It teaches you not just about football but also life. There were lots of kids from different races and poor families. People had to struggle to get through the day.
A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river ββββββββββββββββββββbut then heβs still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββbut then heβs still left with his hands.
Hope for the Best. Expect the worst. Life is a play. We're unrehearsed.
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times, I once contemplated suicide and woulda tried, but when I held that nine, all I could see was my mama's eyes, no one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble, not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you.
It's being a grown up, which I never figured out how to do, scrubbing the tub, and remembering to eat and shampoo my hair. It's the basics: I can write a whole book, but I cannot handle the basics.
At my age, and in my circumstances, what sinister object, or personal emolument had I to seek after, in this life? The growing infirmities of age and the increasing love of retirement, daily confirm my decided predilection for domestic life: and the great Searcher of human hearts is my witness, that I have no wish, which aspires beyond the humble and happy lot of living and dying a private citizen on my own farm.
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