Salomon saith, There is no new thing upon the earth. So that as Plato had an imagination, that all knowledge was but remembrance; so Salomon giveth his sentence, that all novelty is but oblivion.
Francis BaconRead
There ought to be gardens for all months in the year, in which, severally, things of beauty may be then in season.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Beauty can be found in every season of life when we take the time to appreciate it.
Francis Bacon suggests that just as gardens can bloom with beauty throughout the year, so too can life present us with moments of beauty in every season. This quote encourages us to seek and cherish the beauty that exists continuously, reminding us that each phase of life has its own unique offerings.
Themes
GardensBeautySeasonsNatureAppreciation
In practice
Example use cases
During a speech about the importance of nature in our lives.
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