None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Henry David ThoreauRead
Through our own recovered innocence we discern the innocence of our neighbors.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that understanding and recognizing our own purity allows us to see the goodness in others.
Henry David Thoreau's quote emphasizes the importance of personal introspection and moral integrity. By recovering and acknowledging our own innocence, we are better equipped to recognize and appreciate the innocence in those around us. This reflects the interconnectedness of human experiences and the impact of self-awareness on relationships.
In practice
This quote can be used in a philosophical discussion about self-perception.
None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Through want of enterprise and faith men are where they are, buying and selling and spending their lives like servants.
An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.
Have no mean hours, but be grateful for every hour, and accept what it brings. The reality will make any sincere record respectable.
As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.
That grand old poem called Winter
Television knows no night. It is perpetual day. TV embodies our fear of the dark, of night, of the other side of things.
Therefore the Sage embraces Unity, and is a model for all under Heaven. He is free from self-display, therefore he shines forth; from self-assertion, therefore he is distinguished; from self-glorification, therefore he has merit; from self-exaltation, therefore he rises superior to all. Inasmuch as he does not strive, there is no one in the world who can strive with him.
As long as we look to legislation to cure poverty or to abolish special privilege we are going to see poverty and special privilege grow
The rich get richer and the poor get - children.
What wouldn't I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds.
Oh that I could have the cross painted on my eyeballs, that I could not see anything except through the medium of my Saviorβs passion!
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