If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.
Interpretation
Evil can disguise itself as good, appealing to our imagination and virtues.
This quote highlights the deceptive nature of evil, suggesting that it often presents itself attractively, masking its true malevolence. William Butler Yeats warns that those who have a vivid imagination may be particularly susceptible to this disguise, as they might see virtue and goodness where there is none, leading to manipulation and betrayal.
In practice
During a debate about morality, one might quote Yeats to emphasize the need for discernment.
If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
It was my first meeting with a philosophy that confirmed my vague speculations and seemed at once logical and boundless.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.
Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
The land is so much more than its analysis.
Too much freedom can lead to the soul's decay.
I see clearly that the thing the church needs most today is the ability to heal wounds and to warm the hearts of the faithful; it needs nearness, proximity. I see the church as a field hospital after battle... The church sometimes has locked itself up in small things, in small-minded rules. The most important thing is the first proclamation: Jesus Christ has saved you.
Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain, The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear. Not a person sees the bamboo's shadow, One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.
I do this real moron thing, and it's called thinking. And apparently I'm not a very good American because I like to form my own opinions.
It does not do to rely too much on silent majorities, Evey, for silence is a fragile thing, one loud noise, and its gone. But the people are so cowed and disorganised. A few might take the opportunity to protest, but it'll just be a voice crying in the wilderness. Noise is relative to the silence preceding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap. Our masters have not heard the people's voice for generations, Evey and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.
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