The more corrupt the state, the more numerous the laws.
TacitusRead
So obscure are the greatest events, as some take for granted any hearsay, whatever its source, others turn truth into falsehood, and both errors find encouragement with posterity.
Interpretation
Great events often become obscured over time due to misunderstandings and misinformation.
This quote by Tacitus reflects on how significant historical events can become clouded by hearsay and the subjective nature of truth. It suggests that both the acceptance of unfounded claims and the distortion of facts can thrive in society, leading future generations to misinterpret or misremember the realities of the past, showing the fragility of truth over time.
In practice
This quote could be used in a discussion on how historical narratives are shaped by those in power.
The more corrupt the state, the more numerous the laws.
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If you would know who controls you see who you may not criticise.
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I suppose every one must have reflected how primeval and how poetical are the things that one carries in one's pocket; the pocket-knife, for instance, the type of all human tools, the infant of the sword. Once I planned to write a book of poems entirely about things in my pockets. But I found it would be too long; and the age of the great epics is past.
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