Forests were the first temples of the Divinity, and it is in the forests that men have grasped the first idea of architecture.
Franois-Ren De ChateaubriandRead
A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which.
Interpretation
A master life expert sees no separation between work and play, blending all aspects of life harmoniously.
This quote suggests that true mastery in living comes from understanding that work, leisure, learning, and recreation are interconnected parts of life rather than separate entities. A person who embodies this philosophy may find joy and fulfillment in all activities, blurring the lines between productivity and relaxation, thereby achieving a holistic approach to living.
In practice
During a team-building retreat, to emphasize the importance of balance between work and fun.
Forests were the first temples of the Divinity, and it is in the forests that men have grasped the first idea of architecture.
The original writer is not he who refrains from imitating others, but he who can be imitated by none.
A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds fleeting like our illusions, the light diminishing like our intelligence, the sun growing colder like our affections, the rivers becoming frozen like our lives--all bear secret relations to our destinies.
Every man carries within himself a world made up of all that he has seen and loved; and it is to this world that he returns, incessantly, though he may pass through and seem to inhabit a world quite foreign to it.
If God did not exist, He would have to be invented. But all nature cries aloud that he does exist: that there is a supreme intelligence, an immense power, an admirable order, and everything teaches us our own dependence on it.
June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
And the mind that has conceived a plan of living must never lose sight of the chaos against which that pattern was conceived. That goes for societies as well as for individuals.
But the most obvious fact about praise — whether of God or anything — strangely escaped me. I thought of it in terms of compliment, approval, or the giving of honor. I had never noticed that all enjoyment spontaneously overflows into praise unless (sometimes even if) shyness or the fear of boring others is deliberately brought in to check it.
We want to decipher skies and paintings, go behind these starry backgrounds or these painted canvases and, like kids trying to find a gap in a fence, try to look through the cracks in the world.
How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.
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