Vitality and beauty are gifts of Nature for those who live according to its laws.
Leonardo Da VinciRead
Just as a well-filled day brings blessed sleep, so a well-employed life brings a blessed death.
Interpretation
A fulfilling life leads to a peaceful end, similar to how a productive day leads to restful sleep.
Leonardo Da Vinci suggests that the quality of life influences our experience at the end of it. Just as a day filled with meaningful tasks allows for restful sleep, living a life rich with purpose and engagement prepares us for a peaceful ending, emphasizing the importance of how we choose to live each day.
In practice
In a speech about living a fulfilling life, one might say, 'Just as a well-filled day brings blessed sleep, so a well-employed life brings a blessed death.'
Vitality and beauty are gifts of Nature for those who live according to its laws.
Small rooms or dwellings set the mind in the right path, large ones cause it to go astray.
Patience serves us against insults precisely as clothes do against the cold. For if you multiply your garments as the cold increases, that cold cannot hurt you; in the same way increase your patience under great offenses, and they cannot hurt your feelings.
The smallest feline is a masterpiece.
For, verily, great love springs from great knowledge of the beloved object, and if you little know it, you will be able to love it only little or not at all.
It is a far worthier thing to read by the light of experience than to adorn oneself with the labors of others.
But we are not interested in death at all: rather, we escape the facts, we are continuously escaping the facts. Death is there, and every moment we are dying. Death is not something far away, it is here and now: we are dying. But while we are dying we go on being concerned about life. This concern with life, this over concern with life, is just an escape, just a fear. Death is there, deep inside - growing.
Hasn't there always been a moon?" "Bless you. Not in the slightest. I remember the day the moon came. We looked up in the sky - it was all dirty brown and sooty gray here then, not green and blue.
We're all trapped. It's always 1734. All of us, we're stuck in the same time capsule, the same as those television shows where the same people are marooned on the same desert island for thirty seasons and never age or escape. They just wear more makeup. In a creepy way, those shows are maybe too authentic.
because it seemed too simple to accept that life was an act of faith.
Little Montenegro! He lifted up the words and nodded at them-with his smile. The smile comprehended Montenegro’s troubled history and sympathized with the brave struggles of the Montenegrin people. It appreciated fully the chain of national circumstances, which had elicited this tribute from Montenegro’s warm little heart. My incredulity was submerged in fascination now; it was like skimming hastily through a dozen magazines.
My divine sign indicates the future to me.
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