Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
John KeatsRead
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Interpretation
The essence of beauty lies in truth, and understanding this is fundamental to our existence.
This quote by John Keats expresses the deep connection between beauty and truth, suggesting that they are intertwined and essential to human experience. It implies that recognizing beauty and understanding truth are not just important aspects of life but serve as a comprehensive understanding of existence itself.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a philosophical discussion about the nature of art and aesthetics.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?
Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it β make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me βwrite the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair.
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice.
I cannot too often repeat that Democracy is a word the real gist of which still sleeps, quite unawakened, notwithstanding the resonance and the many angry tempests out of which its syllables have come, from pen or tongue. It is a great word, whose history, I suppose, remains unwritten because that history has yet to be enacted.
It's tempting, when confronted by political malfeasance, to become so absorbed with its symptom that we give too little attention to treating its cause.
We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
I am in no way different from anyone else, that my predicament, my sense of aloneness or isolation may be precisely what unites me with everyone.
In a word, to grow old in heaven is to grow young.
When a war is won, it's the losers, not the winners, who are liberated.
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