Progress would not have been the rarity it is if the early food had not been the late poison.
Walter BagehotRead
The most melancholy of human reflections, perhaps, is that, on the whole, it is a question whether the benevolence of mankind does most good or harm.
Interpretation
This quote questions whether human kindness ultimately benefits or harms society.
Walter Bagehot reflects on the dual nature of human benevolence, suggesting that while acts of kindness and compassion are often viewed positively, they may also have unintended negative consequences. This creates a complex moral landscape where the impact of goodwill is hard to assess, prompting us to consider the true value of our intentions and actions in the broader context of human behavior.
In practice
During a lecture on ethics, this quote can be used to illustrate the complexities of moral actions.
Progress would not have been the rarity it is if the early food had not been the late poison.
It is good to be without vices, but it is not good to be without temptations.
War both needs and generates certain virtues; not the highest, but what may be called the preliminary virtues, as valor, veracity, the spirit of obedience, the habit of discipline. Any of these, and of others like them, when possessed by a nation, and no matter how generated, will give them a military advantage, and make them more likely to stay in the race of nations.
Efficiency in an assembly requires a solid mass of steady votes; and these are collected by a deferential attachment to particular men, or by a belief in the principles that those men represent, and they are maintained by fear of those men - by the fear that if you vote against them, you may soon yourself have no vote at all.
Life is a compromise of what your ego wants to do, what experience tells you to do, and what your nerves let you do.
Every banker knows that if he has to prove that he is worthy of credit, however good may be his arguments, in fact his credit is gone: but what we have requires no proof.
When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?
Houses, like people, are apt to become rather eccentric if left too much on their own; this house was the architectural equivalent of an old gentleman in a worn dressing-gown and torn slippers, who got up and went to bed at odd times of day, and who kept up a continual conversation with friends no one else could see.
There are no prescriptive solutions, no grand designs for grand problems. Life's solutions lie in the minute particulars involving more and more individual people daring to create their own life and art, daring to listen to the voice within their deepest, original nature, and deeper still, the voice within the earth.
When we adopt—and when we encourage a culture of adoption in our churches and communities—we’re picturing something that’s true about our God. We, like Jesus, see what our Father is doing and do likewise (John 5:19). And what our Father is doing, it turns out, is fighting for orphans, making them sons and daughters.
We hunger to understand, so we invent myths about how we imagine the world is constructed - and they're, of course, based upon what we know, which is ourselves and other animals. So we make up stories about how the world was hatched from a cosmic egg or created after the mating of cosmic deities or by some fiat of a powerful being.
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.