It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.
Victor HugoRead
Civilization survives on the constant discovery of amity and an equal supply of damnation.
Interpretation
Civilization is sustained through both friendship and conflict.
Victor Hugo's quote suggests that the fabric of civilization relies on a delicate balance between positive relationships (amity) and negative outcomes (damnation). It highlights the dual nature of human experience, where cooperation and strife coexist, shaping societies and cultures over time.
In practice
In a discussion about societal challenges, this quote can illustrate the necessity of understanding both cooperation and conflict.
It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.
When two mouths, made sacred by love, draw near to each other to create, it is impossible, that above that ineffable kiss there should not be a thrill in the immense mystery of the stars.
At that moment of love, a moment when passion is absolutely silent under omnipotence of ecstasy, Marius, pure seraphic Marius, would have been more capable of visiting a woman of the streets than of raising Cosetteβs dress above the ankle. Once on a moonlit night, Cosette stopped to pick up something from the ground, her dress loosened and revealed the swelling of her breasts. Marius averted his eyes.
Thought is the work of the intellect, reverie is its self-indulgence. To substitute day-dreaming for thought is to confuse a poison with a source of nourishment.
Taste is the common sense of genius.
Forget not, never forget that you have promised me to use this silver to become an honest man.... Jean Valjean, my brother: you belong no longer to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I am buying for you. I withdraw it from dark thoughts and from the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God!
This is so American, man: either make something your God and cosmos and then worship it, or else kill it.
Life is the jailer, death the angel sent to draw the unwilling bolts and set us free.
The further the spiritual evolution of mankind advances, the more certain it seems to me that the path to genuine religiosity does not lie through the fear of life, and the fear of death, and blind faith, but through striving after rational knowledge.
The moment you give up your principles, and your values, you are dead, your culture is dead, your civilization is dead. Period.
Astonishment is the root of philosophy.
When the American spirit was in its youth, the language of America was different: Liberty, sir, was the primary object.
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