We call those poets who are first to mark, Through earth's dull mist the coming of the dawn, Who see in twilight's gloom the first pale spark, While others only note that day is gone.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.Read
I hate facts. I always say the chief end of man is to form general propositions - adding that no general proposition is worth a damn.
Interpretation
This quote reflects skepticism towards absolutist truths, highlighting the paradox of forming broad statements that may lack true value.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. expresses a critical view on the nature of facts and general propositions. He suggests that while humans may strive to create overarching truths about existence, these generalizations often fail to hold real significance, implying that knowledge is more nuanced and complex than simple statements can convey.
In practice
In a philosophical debate about the nature of reality.
We call those poets who are first to mark, Through earth's dull mist the coming of the dawn, Who see in twilight's gloom the first pale spark, While others only note that day is gone.
Every real thought on every real subject knocks the wind out of somebody or other.
The very aim and end of our institutions is just this: that we may think what we like and say what we think.
Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?
Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all.
Take your needle, my child, and work at your pattern; it will come out a rose by and by. Life is like that - one stitch at a time taken patiently and the pattern will come out all right like the embroidery.
Fishing, Danny boy, is purely a state of mind. Some men, when they are fishing, are after fish. Me, I'm after things you could never set a barbed hook in.
There is a God-shaped vacuum in every heart.
Irreverence is a most necessary ingredient of religion. Not to speak of its importance in philosophy. Irreverence is the only way left to us for testing our universe.
'Who do you think you are?' That's the big one, isn't it? A flourishing life depends on how you answer that.
They are lonely. I'm not talking about lonely for a lover or a friend. I mean lonely in the universal sense, lonely inside the understanding that we are tiny people on a tiny little earth suspended in an endless void that echoes past stars and stars of stars.
The consciousness of the past weighs like a nightmare on the brain of the living.
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