A dream has power to poison sleep.
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Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Murder is wrong regardless of circumstances or justifications.
This quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley highlights the moral implications of killing another human being, suggesting that donning a uniform or fighting for a cause does not absolve one from the inherent immorality of murder. Shelley argues that such actions not only commit the crime of killing but also tarnish one's integrity by reducing the act to mere obedience to authority.
Themes
MurderMoralityWarJusticeHumanity
In practice
Example use cases
During a heated debate on military ethics, this quote can underscore the importance of individual moral responsibility.
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