It takes a wonderful brain and exquisite senses to produce a few stupid ideas.
George SantayanaRead
The profoundest affinities are those most readily felt.
Interpretation
Deep connections are often felt instinctively rather than understood logically.
This quote by George Santayana suggests that the strongest and deepest connections between people or concepts are those that resonate on an intrinsic level, often without the need for explicit reasoning or analysis. It highlights the importance of intuition and emotional understanding in human relationships and our connections to ideas.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of community, one might say, 'As George Santayana wisely noted, the profoundest affinities are those most readily felt.'
It takes a wonderful brain and exquisite senses to produce a few stupid ideas.
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There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval. The dark background which death supplies brings out the tender colours of life in all their purity.
Not to believe in love is a great sign of dullness. There are some people so indirect and lumbering that they think all real affection rests on circumstantial evidence.
To feel beauty is a better thing than to understand how we come to feel it. To have imagination and taste, to love the best, to be carried by the contemplation of nature to a vivid faith in the ideal, all this is more, a great deal more, than any science can hope to be.
The vital straining towards an ideal, definite but latent, when it dominates a whole life, may express that ideal more fully than could the best chosen words.
Absolute nakedness was intrusive, confusing to the senses. Paradoxically, it both revealed and diminished identity.
The human condition: lost in thought.
Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
I and this mystery, here we stand.
And there we all were, as invisible as you could wish to see.
For now she need not think of anybody. She coud be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.
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