Your corn is ripe today; mine will be so tomorrow. 'Tis profitable for us both, that I should labour with you today, and that you should aid me tomorrow.
David HumeRead
Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them.
Interpretation
Beauty is a subjective experience that is shaped by individual perception and contemplation.
This quote by David Hume emphasizes the idea that beauty is not an inherent property of objects but rather exists in the mind of the observer. It suggests that our perceptions and thoughts about the world determine what we find beautiful, highlighting the subjective nature of beauty and the importance of personal contemplation in appreciating it.
In practice
You could use this quote in an art class discussion to illustrate how different viewers perceive artwork differently.
Your corn is ripe today; mine will be so tomorrow. 'Tis profitable for us both, that I should labour with you today, and that you should aid me tomorrow.
Eloquence, at its highest pitch, leaves little room for reason or reflection, but addresses itself entirely to the desires and affections, captivating the willing hearers, and subduing their understanding.
All that belongs to human understanding, in this deep ignorance and obscurity, is to be sceptical, or at least cautious, and not to admit of any hypothesis whatever, much less of any which is supported by no appearance of probability.
The great end of all human industry is the attainment of happiness
There is a very remarkable inclination in human nature to bestow on external objects the same emotions which it observes in itself, and to find every where those ideas which are most present to it.
To have recourse to the veracity of the supreme Being, in order to prove the veracity of our senses, is surely making a very unexpected circuit.
For me the present is merged in eternity. I may not sacrifice the latter for the present.
All religions try to benefit people, with the same basic message of the need for love and compassion, for justice and honesty, for contentment.
War is sweet to those who haven't tasted it. Dulce bellum inexpertis.
Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it alright. You see? Even Death Has A Heart.
The law of nations is naturally founded on this principle, that different nations ought in time of peace to do one another all the good they can, and in time of war as little injury as possible, without prejudicing their real interests.
I push against the tree and run away, stumbling, the unreal night playing with me, gravity pulling from below, behind, above, making me fall. And I run through a world that is rotating, conscious of the earth's spin, of our planet twirling as it careens through nothingness, of the stars spiraling above, of the uncertainty of everything, even ground, even sky. Mumtaz never calls out, although a thousand and one voices scream in my mind, sing, whisper, taunt me with madness.
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