Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
John DrydenRead
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
Interpretation
Beauty can be deceptive and lead us to overlook the dangers beneath its surface.
This quote by John Dryden reflects on the nature of beauty and its potentially misleading qualities. It suggests that while we may be attracted to the superficial allure of beauty, it can often conceal underlying dangers that we fail to recognize until it's too late. The metaphor of ice illustrates how beauty can create a false sense of security, leading us to glide along without awareness of the risks that lie beneath.
In practice
This quote could be used in a discussion about the dangers of superficial judgment in relationships.
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
Of no distemper, of no blast he died, _x000D_ But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long: _x000D_ Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner. _x000D_ Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years; _x000D_ Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; _x000D_ Till like a clock worn out with eating time, _x000D_ The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass_x000D_ _x000D_ With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
When you look at a corporation, just like when you look at a slave owner, you want to distinguish between the institution and the individual. So slavery, for example, or other forms of tyranny, are inherently monstrous. The individuals participating in them may be the nicest guys you can imagine.
In all private quarrels the duller nature is triumphant by reason of dullness.
This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?
The ministry of mercy, then, is the best advertising a church can have. It convinces a community that this church provides people with actions for their problems, not only talk. It shows the community that this church is compassionate.
In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.
This is the reality of nuclear weapons: they may trigger a world war; a war which, unlike previous ones, destroys all of civilization.
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