It takes a wonderful brain and exquisite senses to produce a few stupid ideas.
George SantayanaRead
There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval. The dark background which death supplies brings out the tender colours of life in all their purity.
Interpretation
Life is defined by the experiences we have between birth and death, and one should cherish these moments.
In this quote, George Santayana reflects on the inevitability of birth and death, suggesting that the only remedy lies in fully appreciating the time we have in between. He emphasizes that the awareness of death enhances our appreciation for life, allowing us to see the beauty and vibrancy in our experiences more clearly.
In practice
Use this quote during a memorial service to remind attendees to cherish life.
It takes a wonderful brain and exquisite senses to produce a few stupid ideas.
The working of great institutions is mainly the result of a vast mass of routine, petty malice, self interest, carelessness and sheer mistake. Only a residual fraction is thought.
Not to believe in love is a great sign of dullness. There are some people so indirect and lumbering that they think all real affection rests on circumstantial evidence.
To feel beauty is a better thing than to understand how we come to feel it. To have imagination and taste, to love the best, to be carried by the contemplation of nature to a vivid faith in the ideal, all this is more, a great deal more, than any science can hope to be.
The vital straining towards an ideal, definite but latent, when it dominates a whole life, may express that ideal more fully than could the best chosen words.
All living souls welcome whatsoever they are ready to cope with; all else they ignore, or pronounce to be monstrous and wrong, or deny to be possible.
American society is very like a fish society. . . . Among certain species of fish, the only thing which determines order of dominance is length of time in the fishbowl. The oldest resident picks on the newest resident, and if the newest resident is removed to a new bowl, he, as oldest resident, will pick on the newcomers.
A world of nice people, content in their own niceness, looking no further, turned away from God, would be just as desperately in need of salvation as a miserable world-and might be even more difficult to save.
The prodigious waste of human life occasioned by this perpetual struggle for room and food, was more than supplied by the mighty power of population, acting, in some degree, unshackled, from the constant habit of emigration.
Even the holy men who lived before the coming of Christ understood that God had in mind plans of peace for the human race.
It was not meant that the soul should cultivate the earth, but that the earth should educate and maintain the soul.
The real war poets are always war poets, peace or any time.
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