Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn't do to upset one's own vanity.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the transient nature of talent and the importance of humility.
In this quote, Dylan Thomas expresses the idea that talent is not a fixed trait; it can fluctuate unpredictably. He acknowledges the possibility of becoming an average person, yet suggests that it is unwise to let one's vanity be disturbed by this realization, emphasizing the importance of humility and self-awareness in the face of changing abilities.
In practice
During a speech about personal growth, one might include this quote to highlight the need for humility in the face of fluctuating abilities.
And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion.
And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, "Would you like anything to read?
Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire And cast a shadow crab upon the land, By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds, Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks, My busy heart who shudders as she talks Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.
My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows. I think that if I touched the earth, it would crumble; it is so sad and beautiful, so tremulously like a dream.
Me, Polly Garter, under the washing line, giving the breast in the garden to my bonny new baby. Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies. And where's their fathers live, my love? Over the hills and far away. You're looking up at me now. I know what you're thinking, you poor little milky creature. You're thinking, you're no better than you should be, Polly, and that's good enough for me. Oh, isn't life a terrible thing, thank God?
When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.
You have created your fears. And you can choose to lay them to rest. You have created your dreams. And you can choose to bring them fully to life.
One thing that makes it possible to be an optimist is if you have a contingency plan for when all hell breaks loose.
I have not wasted my life trifling with literary fools in taverns, as Johnson did, when he should have been shaking England with the thunder of his spirit
We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.
Man cannot live upon words, however he may try.
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