The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.
Thomas CarlyleRead
Have not I myself known five hundred living soldiers sabred into crows' meat for a piece of glazed cotton, which they call their flag; which had you sold it at any market-cross, would not have brought above three groschen?
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote critiques the value placed on national symbols compared to the sacrifices made by soldiers.
Thomas Carlyle's quote reflects on the absurdity of nationalism and the high cost of war paid by soldiers for something as seemingly trivial as a flag. It questions the true worth of symbols that can incite valor and sacrifice, suggesting that the lives lost are disproportionately valued compared to the objects that represent a nation.
Themes
NationalismSacrificeSymbolismWarFlag
In practice
Example use cases
In a speech discussing the costs of war, one might use this quote to highlight the human toll versus the value of symbols.
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