A dream has power to poison sleep.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyRead
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
Interpretation
This quote highlights the contrasting roles of reason and imagination in understanding the world.
Percy Bysshe Shelley poetically expresses how reason and imagination serve different purposes in our comprehension of reality. While reason analyzes and acknowledges the differences among things, imagination sees the connections and similarities that unite them. This duality emphasizes the importance of both rational thought and creative insight in enriching our understanding of existence.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about creativity in problem-solving.
A dream has power to poison sleep.
Senseless is the breast and cold _x000D_ _x000D_ Which relenting love would fold;_x000D_ _x000D_ Bloodless are the veins and chill _x000D_ _x000D_ Which the pulse of pain did fill; _x000D_ _x000D_ Every little living nerve _x000D_ _x000D_ That from bitter words did swerve _x000D_ _x000D_ Round the tortur'd lips and brow, _x000D_ _x000D_ Are like sapless leaflets now _x000D_ _x000D_ Frozen upon December's bough.
A sensitive plant in a garden grew,_x000D_ _x000D_ And the young winds fed it with silver dew,_x000D_ _x000D_ And it opened its fan_x000D_ _x000D_ like leaves to the light,_x000D_ _x000D_ and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.
It never occurred to him to be spiritually won over to the enemy. Many moderns, inured to a weak worship of intellect and force, might have wavered in their allegiance under this oppression of a great personality. . . . But this was a kind of modern meanness to which Syme could not sink even in his extreme morbidity. Like any man, he was coward enough to fear great force; but he was not coward enough to admire it.
So far as this argument is concerned nonhuman animals and infants and retarded humans are in the same category; and if we use this argument to justify experiments on nonhuman animals we have to ask ourselves whether we are also prepared to allow experiments on human infants and retarded adults; and if we make a distinction between animals and these humans, on what basis can we do it, other than a bare-faced - and morally indefensible - preference for members of our own species?
Time comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us for a while. Then, long before we are ready, it moves on.
For what avail the plough or sail, or land or life, if freedom fail?
...All endeavours which are directed to a purely worldly end...contain within themselves the germs of their own corruption.
Society's mores have changed, and what used to be thought not to be cruel and unusual now is thought to be cruel and unusual.
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