You still stand watch, O human star, burning without a flicker, perfect flame, bright and resourceful spirit. Each of your rays a great idea - O torch which passes from hand to hand, from age to age, world without end.
Karel CapekRead
Let no one think that real gardening is a bucolic and meditative occupation. It is an insatiable passion, like everything else to which a man gives his heart.
Interpretation
Gardening is not just a peaceful hobby; it requires deep passion and commitment.
This quote emphasizes that gardening, often perceived as a tranquil and leisurely activity, demands a serious devotion and fervor similar to any pursuit to which one is deeply dedicated. Karel Capek reveals that the essence of real gardening lies in the passionate engagement it evokes, highlighting a contrast between the idyllic image of gardening and the intense emotional investment it truly requires.
In practice
In a speech on environmental conservation, one might say, 'As Karel Capek reminded us, gardening is much more than a serene act; it embodies an insatiable passion.'
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