Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
I would rather do a good hours work weeding than write two pages of my best; nothing is so interesting as weeding. I went crazy over the outdoor work, and at last had to confine myself to the house, or literature must have gone by the board.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses a preference for engaging in physical work over literary creation, highlighting a deep appreciation for the beauty of nature and manual labor.
In this quote, Robert Louis Stevenson emphasizes the joy and satisfaction he finds in outdoor work, specifically weeding, suggesting that he finds it more stimulating and fulfilling than writing. This reflects a broader idea that hands-on experiences and connection with nature can be as rewarding, if not more so, than intellectual or creative pursuits, pointing to the balance between artistic endeavors and physical labor.
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In practice
Example use cases
During a speaking engagement about the importance of connecting with nature, I shared this quote to illustrate the value of hands-on work.
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