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
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
Interpretation
The quote expresses profound loneliness, suggesting even divine presence feels distant.
In this quote, Samuel Taylor Coleridge conveys a deep sense of isolation and abandonment, highlighting a state in which solitude is so profound that it even makes one question the presence of God. It reflects on the human experience of despair, where the feeling of loneliness can eclipse one's belief in a higher power or companionship, emphasizing how intense solitude can feel in moments of desolation.
In practice
In a speech about mental health, one might use this quote to illustrate the depth of feelings associated with loneliness.
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.
It is not our diversity which divides us; it is not our ethnicity, or religion or culture that divides us. Since we have achieved our freedom, there can only be one division amongst us: between those who cherish democracy and those who do not.
The idealist is incorrigible: if he is thrown out of his heaven he makes an ideal of his hell.
Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as 'tis today.
Laissez-faire, supply and demand-one begins to be weary of all that. Leave all to egotism, to ravenous greed of money, of pleasure, of applause-it is the gospel of despair.
But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.
We would be deceiving both ourselves and the people if we concealed from the masses the necessity of a desperate, bloody war of extermination, as the immediate task of the coming revolutionary action.
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