We ought not to extract pernicious honey from poison blossoms of misrepresentation and mendacious half-truth, to pamper the course appetite of bigotry and self-love.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeRead
Sir, I admit your general rule, That every poet is a fool, But you yourself may serve to show it, That every fool is not a poet.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that while many poets may act foolishly, not all fools are poets, highlighting the complexity of human talent and folly.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge's quote challenges the stereotype that all poets are foolish. It implies that while there may be a tendency for poets to engage in what others perceive as foolish behavior, this does not mean that one must be a poet to embody foolishness. The nuance of the statement reflects on the nature of creativity and wisdom, suggesting that foolishness can exist independently of artistic expression.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the nature of artistic expression during a poetry workshop.
We ought not to extract pernicious honey from poison blossoms of misrepresentation and mendacious half-truth, to pamper the course appetite of bigotry and self-love.
Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Often do the spirits stride on before the event; and in today already walks tomorrow.
Mr. Lyell's system of geology is just half the truth, and no more. He affirms a great deal that is true, and he denies a great deal which is equally true; which is the general characteristic of all systems not embracing the whole truth.
To believe and to understand are not diverse things, but the same things in different periods of growth.
NVC suggests behind every action, however ineffective, tragic, violent, or abhorrent to us, is an attempt to meet a need.
When the palace is magnificent, the fields are filled with weeds, and the granaries are empty.
If you can understand the inner life, then you can wear the uniform, the tattoos, or whatnot and realize that the things that are different about us become superficial.
And each day brings it's pretty dust, Our soon-choked souls to fll And we forget because we must, And not because we will.
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
Nobody could stand an eternity of Heaven.
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