Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.
Benjamin DisraeliRead
What is crime amongst the multitude, is only vice among the few.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that actions considered wrong by society can be viewed differently depending on the number of people involved and their status.
Benjamin Disraeli's quote highlights the disparity in moral judgment based on societal context and population. It suggests that what may be broadly condemned as a crime when committed by a large group can be minimized to mere vice or moral failing when observed in a smaller, perhaps more elite, group. This reflects how societal norms and perceptions can shift based on perspective and scale.
In practice
In a discussion about white-collar crime at a conference.
Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.
Grief is the agony of an instant. The indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
Action may not always bring happiness; but there is no happiness without action.
Yes, I am a Jew and when the ancestors of the right honorable gentleman were brutal savages in an unknown island, mine were priests in the temple of Solomon.
The practice of politics in the East may be defined by one word: dissimulation.
People are always angry at America. They're absolutely certain that America either caused their problems or is deliberately not fixing their problems. But the anger is always directed at America and never at Americans.
Everyone wants to be foremost in this future-and yet death and the stillness of death are the only things certain and common to all in this future! How strange that this sole thing that is certain and common to all, exercises almost no influence on men, and that they are the furthest from regarding themselves as the brotherhood of death! It makes me happy to see that men do not want to think at all of the idea of death!
How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?
The history of man is a graveyard of great cultures that came to catastrophic ends because of their incapacity for planned, rational, voluntary reaction to challenge.
Death and disaster are at our shoulders every second of our lives, trying to get at us. Missing, a lot of the time. A lot of miles on the motorway without a front wheel blow-out. A lot of viruses that slither through our bodies without snagging. A lot of pianos that fall a minute after we've passed. Or a month, it makes no difference. So unless we're going to get down on our knees and give thanks every time disaster misses, it makes no sense to moan when it strikes.
Compassion, along with love, is the face of altruism.
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