A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?
Edna St. Vincent MillayRead
We are all ruled in what we do by impulses; and these impulses are so organized that our actions in general serve for our self preservation and that of the race.
Interpretation
Our actions are driven by instinctive impulses aimed at survival, both individually and collectively.
This quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay highlights the idea that human behavior is largely influenced by inherent impulses that prioritize our self-preservation and the preservation of our species. It suggests that beneath our conscious decisions, there are deeper, instinctive drives that shape our actions and interactions with others, ultimately guiding us toward survival and continuity.
In practice
During a philosophy lecture about human behavior.
A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?
Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.
I went to Boston fully expecting to be arrested - arrested by a polizia created by a government that my ancestors rebelled to establish.
Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers From his old pants. There'll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco; Dan shall have the pennies To save in his bank; Anne shall have the keys To make a pretty noise with. Life must go on, Though good men die; Anne, eat your breakfast; Dan, take your medicine; Life must go on; I forget just why.
I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slanting silver line, To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze From drenched and dripping apple-trees. For soon the shower will be done, And then the broad face of the sun Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth Until the world with answering mirth Shakes joyously, and each round drop Rolls twinkling, from its grass-blade top.
I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.
I myself feel, and also tell other Buddhists that the question of Nirvana will come later._x000D_ There is not much hurry._x000D_ If in day to day life you lead a good life, honesty, with love,_x000D_ with compassion, with less selfishness,_x000D_ then automatically it will lead to Nirvana.
Any time the Western way of war can be unleashed on an enemy stupid enough to enter its arena, victory is assured.
...men can only be highly civilized while other men, inevitably less civilized, are there to guard and feed them.
I cannot agree with those who say that they have 'new truth' to teach. The two words seem to me to contradict each other; that _x000D_ which is new is not true. It is the old that is true, for truth is as old as God himself.
When we are at the end of life, to die means to go away; when we are at the beginning, to go away means to die.
How quickly do we grow accustomed to wonders. I am reminded of the Isaac Asimov story Nightfall, about the planet where the stars were visible only once in a thousand years. So awesome was the sight that it drove men mad. We who can see the stars every night glance up casually at the cosmos and then quickly down again, searching for a Dairy Queen.
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