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
My case is a species of madness, only that it is a derangement of the Volition, and not of the intellectual faculties.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a condition where oneβs will is disturbed, highlighting a difference between madness of the mind and madness of the will.
In this quote, Samuel Taylor Coleridge reflects on the nature of madness, suggesting that while one may possess sound intellect, their will or volition can become unhinged. This distinction serves to explore the complexities of human experience and the inner workings of the mind, suggesting that one can be rational yet still struggle with their willpower and desires.
In practice
During a philosophical discussion about free will and mental health, this quote can be used to illustrate the complexity of human volition.
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.
The reputation you have with yourself - your self-esteem - is the single most important factor for a fulfilling life.
It's so graceless, being a martyr. It's honoring your adversaries too much.
Sense your presence, the naked, unveiled, unclothed beingness. It is untouched by young or old, rich or poor, good or bad, or any other attributes.
I agree about Shaw - he is haunted by the mystery he flouts. He is an atheist who trembles in the haunted corridor.
Man's chief delusion is his conviction that there are causes other than his own state of consciousness.
Poets are always making waves. I mean, you know, in an ideal situation, the ideal republic can't tolerate poets because - it isn't that they mutter and criticize; it is that the poet does not accept the situation called the 'perfect' condition of man - in other words, perfect in the materialistic sense.
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