Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
Robert Louis StevensonRead
Under the strain of this continually impending doom and by the sleeplessness to which I now condemned myself, ay, even beyond what I had thought possible to man, I became, in my own person, a creature eaten up and emptied by fever, languidly weak both in body and mind, and solely occupied by one thought: the horror of my other self.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the struggle of self-identity and the psychological burden of one's darker side.
In this quote, Robert Louis Stevenson expresses the profound inner turmoil and self-reflection experienced by an individual grappling with their inner demons. It vividly portrays how the overwhelming weight of anxiety and the fear of oneself can lead to physical and mental exhaustion, emphasizing the complexities of human nature and the ongoing battle between our better selves and our darker inclinations.
In practice
In a discussion about mental health, one might say, 'As Robert Louis Stevenson noted, we can be consumed by the horror of our own selves.'
Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much.
His past was fairly blameless; few men could read the rolls of their life with less apprehension; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things he had done, and raised up again into sober and fearful gratitude by the many he had come so near to doing, yet avoided.
The habit of being happy enables one to be freed, or largely freed, from the domination of outward conditions.
It is the history of our kindnesses that alone make this world tolerable. If it were not for that, for the effect of kind words, kind looks, kind letters . . . I should be inclined to think our life a practical jest in the worst possible spirit.
We knew - but didn't want to know - what was going to happen, the sky descending upon our heads like the shadow of a falling piano in a cartoon.
I've come to think that's what heaven is- a place in the memory of others where our best selves live on.
If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.
Every human being has an assortment of diverse identities, and it greatly matters which one is triggered by social situations, which hold up different kinds of mirrors. The same is true for nations.
As the different streams, having their sources in different places, all mingle their water in the sea; O Lord, so the different paths which men take through different tendencies, various though they appear, crooked or straight, all lead to Thee.
There are few men who dare to publish to the world the prayers they make to Almighty God.
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