A recluse without books and ink is already in life a dead man.
Alfred NobelRead
Justice is to be found only in the imagination.
Interpretation
Justice exists only in our minds as an ideal concept rather than a fully attainable reality.
This quote by Alfred Nobel suggests that the concept of justice is inherently subjective and largely dependent on individual perspectives and imaginations. It implies that while we strive for justice in the real world, it is often an abstract ideal that we interpret in various ways, and true justice may be unattainable in the complexities of human existence.
In practice
In a discussion about the nature of fairness and equity in society.
A recluse without books and ink is already in life a dead man.
Second to agriculture, humbug is the biggest industry of our age.
The savants will write excellent volumes. There will be laureates. But wars will continue just the same until the forces of the circumstances render them impossible.
I regard large inherited wealth as a misfortune, which merely serves to dull men's faculties. A man who possesses great wealth should, therefore, allow only a small portion to descend to his relatives. Even if he has children, I consider it a mistake to hand over to them considerable sums of money beyond what is necessary for their education. To do so merely encourages laziness and impedes the healthy development of the individual's capacity to make an independent position for himself.
A heart can no more be forced to love than a stomach can be forced to digest food by persuasion.
I intend to leave after my death a large fund for the promotion of the peace idea, but I am skeptical as to its results.
Discretion is nothing other than the sense of justice with respect to the sphere of the intimate contents of life.
I emphasize the reply that the liberty which a citizen enjoys is to be measured, not by the nature of the governmental machinery he lives under, whether representative or other, but by the relative paucity of the restraints it imposes on him.
It is both humiliating and humbling to discover that a single generation after the events that constructed me as a public personality, I am remembered as a hairdo.
Everything - a horse, a vine - is created for some duty... For what task, then, were you yourself created?
It's a difficult competition against silence, because silence is a perfect language, the only language which says with no words.
How prone poor Humanity is to dam up the minutest remnants of its freedom, and build an artificial roof to prevent it looking up to the clear blue sky.
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