It takes a wonderful brain and exquisite senses to produce a few stupid ideas.
George SantayanaRead
Oaths are the fossils of piety.
Interpretation
Oaths represent a hollow form of devotion that has become obsolete over time.
In this quote, George Santayana suggests that oaths, which were once seen as significant commitments or expressions of faith, have lost their true meaning and relevance, akin to fossils that no longer serve their original purpose. This highlights a broader commentary on the decay of genuine piety and sincerity in human relationships and promises, indicating that mere words without authentic commitment are ultimately meaningless.
In practice
In a debate about the relevance of promises in modern society, this quote could underscore a point about the need for genuine commitment.
It takes a wonderful brain and exquisite senses to produce a few stupid ideas.
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