What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
Christopher MarloweRead
I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
Interpretation
The quote personifies envy as a destructive force that cannot appreciate knowledge and seeks to eliminate it.
In this quote, Christopher Marlowe gives voice to Envy, suggesting that it is a consuming emotion that hates knowledge and understanding. It implies that those who feel envy may not be able to embrace what they cannot comprehend, resulting in a desire to destroy the source of their frustration, which in this case, is represented through books and knowledge.
In practice
This quote could be used in a philosophical discussion about emotions and their consequences.
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.
Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
The quality of the will to power is, precisely, growth. Achievement is its cancellation. To be, the will to power must increase with each fulfillment, making the fulfillment only a step to a further one. The vaster the power gained the vaster the appetite for more.
To think well is to serve God in the interior court.
Certainly a sort of industrial use of creatures, so that geese are fed in such a way as to produce as large a liver as possible, or hens live so packed together that they become just caricatures of birds, this degrading of living creatures to a commodity seems to me in fact to contradict the relationship of mutuality that comes across in the Bible.
All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.
Normality is a fine ideal for those who have no imagination.
Indeed it may be only by risking the incoherence of identity that connection is possible.
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