Prejudices are what fools use for reason.
He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend; provided, of course, he really is dead.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the complexities of human nature and the uncertainties surrounding someone's legacy after death.
Voltaire's quote suggests a satirical view on the nature of reputation and memory. It implies that while one may be celebrated for their virtues and contributions as a patriot, humanitarian, and friend, such attributes can be called into question if the truth of their character is uncertain—particularly in death. This raises a broader reflection on how society judges individuals and the often ambiguous distinction between perception and reality, especially after they are gone.
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Example use cases
In a eulogy, one might say this quote to reflect on a person's complex character.
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