Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
John DrydenRead
The longest tyranny that ever sway'd_x000D_ _x000D_ Was that wherein our ancestors betray'd_x000D_ _x000D_ Their free-born reason to the Stagirite [Aristotle],_x000D_ _x000D_ And made his torch their universal light._x000D_ _x000D_ So truth, while only one suppli'd the state,_x000D_ _x000D_ Grew scarce, and dear, and yet sophisticate.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote critiques the unquestioning acceptance of a single philosopher's ideas, suggesting it limits true understanding and freedom of thought.
John Dryden's quote reflects on the dangers of blindly following a singular authority, in this case, Aristotle, which he argues leads to a tyranny of thought. By surrendering their inherent capacity for reason to the teachings of one individual, people diminish the pursuit of truth, making it rare and convoluted, just as a state that relies on a singular viewpoint stifles diverse ideas and intellectual freedom.
Themes
TruthReasonPhilosophyTyrannyFreedom
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used to emphasize the importance of critical thinking in education.
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