The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the superiority of human thought and creativity over the physical beauty of nature.
William Wordsworth suggests that the intellectual and imaginative capacities of humanity, represented by our minds, far exceed the mere aesthetic beauty of the natural world. He views the human mind as a vast and intricate landscape, filled with emotions, ideas, and creativity that can surpass the physical beauty of the earth itself.
In practice
During a motivational speech about creativity, one could use this quote to highlight the power of human potential.
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By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
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Books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune.
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
There's the hypothesis that things just keep happening to Russians, things that keep turning them into the same kind of subjects, as opposed to citizens. The more credible hypothesis, I think, is that there is a kind of trauma, a social trauma that is passed on from generation to generation.
Every cloud engenders not a storm.
Only an armed people can be the real bulwark of popular liberty.
The psychic depths are nature, and nature is creative life.
Every possession and every happiness is but lent by chance for an uncertain time, and may therefore be demanded back the next hour.
Have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight?
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