The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.
Thomas CarlyleRead
I do not believe in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance.
Interpretation
This quote criticizes the tendency of groups to make poor decisions due to individual lack of knowledge.
Thomas Carlyle's quote highlights the fallacy of relying on group consensus when the individuals within the group lack understanding or knowledge. It suggests that collective decision-making, when based on ignorance, can lead to misguided beliefs and actions, emphasizing the importance of informed individuals in shaping sound judgments.
In practice
In a discussion about voting, one might quote this to emphasize the importance of individual research.
The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.
Thirty millions, mostly fools.
There is a great discovery still to be made in literature, that of paying literary men by the quantity they do not write.
For the superior morality, of which we hear so much, we too would desire to be thankful: at the same time, it were but blindness to deny that this superior morality is properly rather an inferior criminality, produced not by greater love of Virtue, but by greater perfection of Police; and of that far subtler and stronger Police, called Public Opinion.
Enjoying things which are pleasant; that is not the evil; it is the reducing of our moral self to slavery by them that is.
Clean undeniable right, clear undeniable might: either of these once ascertained puts an end to battle. All battle is a confused experiment to ascertain one and both of these.
When you start to develop your powers of empathy and imagination, the whole world opens up to you.
It is the function of perfection to make one know one's imperfection.
If we are silent when we should speak, we are not living the Discipline of silence. If we speak when we should be silent, we again miss the mark.
My mind, I know, I can prove, hovers on hummingbird wings. It hovers and it churns. And when it's operating at full thrust, the churning does not stop. The machines do not rest, the systems rarely cool. And while I can forget anything of any importance--this is why people tell me secrets--my mind has an uncanny knack for organization when it comes to pain. Nothing tormenting is ever lost, never even diminished in color or intensity or quality of sound.
My advice: Don't waste so much time worrying about your skin or your weight. Develop what you do, what you put your hands on in the world.
To eat with a fuller consciousness of all that is at stake might sound like a burden, but in practice few things in life afford quite as much satisfaction.
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