Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
John KeatsRead
was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the nature of reality and perception, questioning whether experiences are genuine or illusory.
John Keats' quote contemplates the fine line between reality and illusion, suggesting that life experiences can sometimes feel dreamlike. It poses an existential question about whether we are truly awake to the world around us or merely dreaming, highlighting the often ambiguous nature of perception and existence.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the nature of reality in a philosophy class.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?
Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it β make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me βwrite the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair.
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice.
A dog has the soul of a philosopher.
History is how we have learnt to think about ourselves. It's not as though the Greeks and Romans are static entities out there to be discovered and translated. We make them speak, we talk to them, and they inform what we say.
I was the accuser, God the accused. My eyes were open and I was alone - terribly alone in a world without God and without (hu)man(ity).
Charity never humiliated him who profited from it, nor ever bound him by the chains of gratitude, since it was not to him but to God that the gift was made.
I hold that while man exists, it is his duty to improve not only his own condition, but to assist in ameliorating mankind.
The object of terrorism is terrorism. The object of oppression is oppression. The object of torture is torture. The object of murder is murder. The object of power is power. Now do you begin to understand me?
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