The greatest pride, or the greatest despondency, is the greatest ignorance of one's self.
Baruch SpinozaRead
To give aid to every poor man is far beyond the reach and power of every man. Care of the poor is incumbent on society as a whole.
Interpretation
Helping the poor is a collective responsibility rather than an individual one.
Baruch Spinoza emphasizes that while individuals may wish to aid the poor, the scale of such support requires systemic action from society as a whole. He argues that societal structures and collective efforts are necessary to adequately care for those in need, as no single person can shoulder this immense task alone.
In practice
In a community meeting discussing local charitable initiatives.
The greatest pride, or the greatest despondency, is the greatest ignorance of one's self.
A man is as much affected pleasurably or painfully by the image of a thing past or future as by the image of a thing present.
He who seeks to regulate everything by law is more likely to arouse vices than to reform them. It is best to grant what cannot be abolished, even though it be in itself harmful. How many evils spring from luxury, envy, avarice, drunkenness and the like, yet these are tolerated because they cannot be prevented by legal enactments.
No one doubts but that we imagine time from the very fact that we imagine other bodies to be moved slower or faster or equally fast. We are accustomed to determine duration by the aid of some measure of motion.
Fear cannot be without hope nor hope without fear. [They are the two sides of a coin, so learning how to manage fear through learning, understanding, rationality, controlled imagination, preparation, mental focus (including distraction) and a gratitude attitude is very helpful.]
He who wishes to revenge injuries by reciprocal hatred will live in misery. But he who endeavors to drive away hatred by means of love, fights with pleasure and confidence; he resists equally one or many men, and scarcely needs at all the help of fortune. Those whom he conquers yield joyfully
What's wrong with men?" Tenar inquired cautiously. As cautiously, lowering her voice, Moss replied, "I don't know, my dearie. I've thought on it. Often I've thought on it. The best I can say it is like this. A man's in his skin, see, like a nut in its shell." She held up her long, bent, wet fingers as if holding a walnut. "It's hard and strong, that shell, and it's all full of him. Full of grand man-meat, man-self. And that's all. That's all there is. It's all him and nothing else, inside.
God makes me play well. That is why I always make the sign of a cross when I walk out on to the pitch. I feel I would be betraying him if I didn't.
I have done my fiddling so long under Vesuvius that I have almost forgotten to play, and can only wait for the eruption and think it long of coming. Literally no man has more wholly outlived life than I. And still it's good fun.
No man is to be credited for his mere authority's sake, unless he can show Scripture for the maintenance of his opinion.
You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death.
God doesn't dwell in the wooden, stony or earthen idols. His abode is in our feelings, our thoughts.
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