Salomon saith, There is no new thing upon the earth. So that as Plato had an imagination, that all knowledge was but remembrance; so Salomon giveth his sentence, that all novelty is but oblivion.
Francis BaconRead
God has, in fact, written two books, not just one. Of course, we are all familiar with the first book he wrote, namely Scripture. But he has written a second book called creation.
Interpretation
Francis Bacon suggests that both Scripture and the natural world reveal divine truth.
In this quote, Francis Bacon emphasizes the belief that God communicates with humanity through two distinct sources: the Scriptures, which are the written words of faith, and creation, which encompasses the natural world and its wonders. This idea suggests that both religious texts and the observable universe hold valuable insights into the nature of God and existence, urging us to explore and appreciate both aspects to gain a fuller understanding of truth.
In practice
During a sermon, a pastor might refer to this quote to illustrate the duality of divine revelation.
Salomon saith, There is no new thing upon the earth. So that as Plato had an imagination, that all knowledge was but remembrance; so Salomon giveth his sentence, that all novelty is but oblivion.
Nothing doth more hurt in a state than that cunning men pass for wise.
Truth emerges more readily from error than from confusion.
Great art is always a way of concentrating, reinventing what is called fact, what we know of our existence- a reconcentration… tearing away the veils, the attitudes people acquire of their time and earlier time. Really good artists tear down those veils
Wise men make more opportunities than they find.
Knowledge and human power are synonymous.
Marijuana gives rise to insanity -- not in its users but in the policies directed against it. A nation that sentences the possessor of a single joint to life imprisonment without parole but sets a murderer free after perhaps six years is in the grips of a deep psychosis.
Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed.
We are prone to see what lies behind our eyes, rather than what apprears before them.
I think that certainty is a closed door, It's the end of the conversation. Doubt is an open door.
No man is such a conqueror, as the one that has defeated himself.
All has gone to rest, and I don't know whether I'm alive or will live or whether I'm rushing like this through the world for I'm not longer weeping or laughing
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