Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
AristotleRead
For as the interposition of a rivulet, however small, will occasion the line of the phalanx to fluctuate, so any trifling disagreement will be the cause of seditions; but they will not so soon flow from anything else as from the disagreement between virtue and vice, and next to that between poverty and riches.
Interpretation
Small disagreements can lead to larger conflicts, particularly between moral opposites and social classes.
Aristotle highlights the significance of even minor conflicts, suggesting that they can disrupt the harmony of a group, akin to how a small stream can affect the formation of an army. He posits that the most profound challenges arise from conflicts between fundamental moral opposites—virtue and vice—and between contrasting social statuses such as wealth and poverty.
In practice
In a debate about ethics, this quote can illustrate the importance of acknowledging moral disagreements.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Those who cannot bravely face danger are the slaves of their attackers.
For often, when one is asleep, there is something in consciousness which declares that what then presents itself is but a dream.
You will never do anything in this world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honor.
But if nothing but soul, or in soul mind, is qualified to count, it is impossible for there to be time unless there is soul, but only that of which time is an attribute, i.e. if change can exist without soul.
The whole is more than the sum of its parts.
Although nature commences with reason and ends in experience it is necessary for us to do the opposite, that is to commence with experience and from this to proceed to investigate the reason.
The human crisis is always a crisis of understanding: what we genuinely understand we can do.
The stories we are told shape the way we see the world, which shapes the way we experience the world.
Sometimes my biography is interpreted as the upbringing of a French aristocrat. It was very, very different. We were a family of mercantile, immigrant Jews.
Should at that moment the full moon Step forth upon the hill, And memories hard to bear at noon, By moonlight harder still, Form in the shadows of the trees, - Things that you could not spare And live, or so you thought, yet these All gone, and you still there, A man no longer what he was, Not yet the thing he planned.
I tend to identify with my roles to such an extent that I appear to be totally convinced about certain statements that, in real life, I would never believe in.
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