We ought not to extract pernicious honey from poison blossoms of misrepresentation and mendacious half-truth, to pamper the course appetite of bigotry and self-love.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeRead
He saw a lawyer killing a viper on a dunghill hard by his own stable; And the Devil smiled, for it put him in mind of Cain and his brother Abel.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the idea of sin and moral implications of violence, drawing parallels to biblical stories.
In this quote, Coleridge juxtaposes the act of a lawyer killing a snake near his stable with the biblical tale of Cain and Abel, suggesting that even seemingly mundane acts can have deep moral ramifications. The Devil smiling indicates that such evil deeds remind him of foundational stories of sin and betrayal, highlighting the complexity of human morality and the darker aspects of human nature.
In practice
In a debate about ethics, this quote serves as a reminder of the consequences of our actions.
We ought not to extract pernicious honey from poison blossoms of misrepresentation and mendacious half-truth, to pamper the course appetite of bigotry and self-love.
Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Often do the spirits stride on before the event; and in today already walks tomorrow.
Mr. Lyell's system of geology is just half the truth, and no more. He affirms a great deal that is true, and he denies a great deal which is equally true; which is the general characteristic of all systems not embracing the whole truth.
To believe and to understand are not diverse things, but the same things in different periods of growth.
Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.
The passion for the past is clearly about more than market forces or government policies. History responds to a variety of needs, from greater understanding of ourselves and our world to answers about what to do.
Fame is but an inscription on a grave, and glory the melancholy blazon on a coffin lid.
Everything is explained now. We live in an age when you say casually to somebody 'What's the story on that?' and they can run to the computer and tell you within five seconds. That's fine, but sometimes I’d just as soon continue wondering. We have a deficit of wonder right now.
The impulse to cruelty is, in many people, almost as violent as the impulse to sexual love - almost as violent and much more mischievous.
By myth I mean the arrangement of the incidents
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