Progress would not have been the rarity it is if the early food had not been the late poison.
Walter BagehotRead
Life is a compromise of what your ego wants to do, what experience tells you to do, and what your nerves let you do.
Interpretation
Life involves balancing personal desires, learned wisdom, and emotional limitations.
This quote by Walter Bagehot highlights the complexities of navigating life, where individuals often find themselves at the crossroads of their ego's desires, the guidance of past experiences, and the constraints imposed by their feelings of fear or anxiety. It suggests that living successfully requires a compromise among these competing forces, ultimately shaping our decisions and actions in the world.
In practice
In a motivational speech about overcoming challenges in life.
Progress would not have been the rarity it is if the early food had not been the late poison.
It is good to be without vices, but it is not good to be without temptations.
War both needs and generates certain virtues; not the highest, but what may be called the preliminary virtues, as valor, veracity, the spirit of obedience, the habit of discipline. Any of these, and of others like them, when possessed by a nation, and no matter how generated, will give them a military advantage, and make them more likely to stay in the race of nations.
Efficiency in an assembly requires a solid mass of steady votes; and these are collected by a deferential attachment to particular men, or by a belief in the principles that those men represent, and they are maintained by fear of those men - by the fear that if you vote against them, you may soon yourself have no vote at all.
The most melancholy of human reflections, perhaps, is that, on the whole, it is a question whether the benevolence of mankind does most good or harm.
Every banker knows that if he has to prove that he is worthy of credit, however good may be his arguments, in fact his credit is gone: but what we have requires no proof.
Life is dear to every living thing; the worm that crawls upon the ground will struggle for it.
When the journey's over/There'll be time enough to sleep.
Enough! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As Heaven's sweet life renews earth's life With which we're tired, my heart and I .... In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were loved, used, - well enough, I think, we've fared, my heart and I.
It is easier to live through someone else than to become complete yourself.
How we come into this world, how we are ushered in, met, and hopefully embraced upon arrival, impacts the whole of our time on earth.
Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
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