The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest minds of past centuries.
Rene DescartesRead
I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.
Interpretation
The quote explores the nature of dreams and reality, suggesting a connection between insanity and imagination.
Rene Descartes comments on the blurred line between dreams and reality, indicating that in both states, the mind can conjure up the same absurdities or irrational ideas. This quote invites reflection on how perception shapes our understanding and emphasizes that what we imagine during sleep can be as fantastical as what some may perceive while awake, especially in the realm of lunacy.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the nature of consciousness in a philosophy class.
The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest minds of past centuries.
If we possessed a thorough knowledge of all the parts of the seed of any animal (e.g. man), we could from that alone, be reasons entirely mathematical and certain, deduce the whole conformation and figure of each of its members, and, conversely if we knew several peculiarities of this conformation, we would from those deduce the nature of its seed.
Mathematics is a more powerful instrument of knowledge than any other that has been bequeathed to us by human agency.
Before examining this more carefully and investigating its consequences, I want to dwell for a moment in the contemplation of God, to ponder His attributes in me, to see, admire, and adore the beauty of His boundless light, insofar as my clouded insight allows. Believing that the supreme happiness of the other life consists wholly of the contemplation of divine greatness, I now find that through less perfect contemplation of the same sort I can gain the greatest joy available in this life.
The greatest minds are capable of the greatest vices as well as of the greatest virtues.
In order to improve the mind, we ought less to learn, than to contemplate.
What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another? What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?
O time, swift robber of all created things, how many kings, how many nations hast thou undone, and how many changes of states and of various events have happened since the wondrous forms of this fish perished here in this cavernous and winding recess. Now destroyed by time thou liest patiently in this confined space with bones stripped and bare; serving as a support and prop for the superimposed mountain.
Some dying men are the most tyrannical; and certainly, since they will shortly trouble us so little for evermore, the poor fellows ought to be indulged.
Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself.
Pride breakfasted with plenty, dined with poverty, and supped with infamy.
There is nothing in the world more difficult than candor, and nothing easier than flattery. If there is a hundredth of a fraction of a false note to candor, it immediately produces dissonance, and as a result, exposure. But in flattery, even if everything is false down to the last note, it is still pleasant, and people will listen not without pleasure; with coarse pleasure, perhaps, but pleasure nevertheless.
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