Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow creatures is amusing in itself.
James Anthony FroudeRead
Our human laws are but the copies, more or less imperfect, of the eternal laws, so far as we can read them.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Human laws attempt to reflect universal truths but are inherently flawed.
This quote suggests that the laws created by humans are mere approximations of the deeper, eternal laws that govern the universe. It implies that while we strive to establish justice and order through our laws, they are imperfect reflections of a higher moral truth that we can only partially understand.
Themes
LawsEternalHumanJusticeUniversalTruth
In practice
Example use cases
In a philosophical debate about the nature of justice.
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