It takes a wonderful brain and exquisite senses to produce a few stupid ideas.
George SantayanaRead
Men almost universally have acknowledged providence, but that fact has had no force to destroy natural aversions and fears in the presence of events.
Interpretation
The acknowledgment of a higher power doesn't change human instincts and fears.
George Santayana's quote reflects the idea that although humanity has a general belief in divine providence or a higher power controlling events, this belief does not alleviate the natural fears and aversions that individuals feel in the face of uncertain or adverse situations. It highlights the tension between faith and human psychology, suggesting that belief systems may not fully conquer our innate emotional responses.
In practice
In a discussion about the challenges of faith during difficult times.
It takes a wonderful brain and exquisite senses to produce a few stupid ideas.
The working of great institutions is mainly the result of a vast mass of routine, petty malice, self interest, carelessness and sheer mistake. Only a residual fraction is thought.
There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval. The dark background which death supplies brings out the tender colours of life in all their purity.
Not to believe in love is a great sign of dullness. There are some people so indirect and lumbering that they think all real affection rests on circumstantial evidence.
To feel beauty is a better thing than to understand how we come to feel it. To have imagination and taste, to love the best, to be carried by the contemplation of nature to a vivid faith in the ideal, all this is more, a great deal more, than any science can hope to be.
The vital straining towards an ideal, definite but latent, when it dominates a whole life, may express that ideal more fully than could the best chosen words.
Roscoe was spiritually illegal, a bootlegger of the soul, a mythic creature made of words and wit and wild deeds and boundless memory.
These are people who are capable of devotion, public devotion, to justice. They meant what they said and every day that passes, they mean it more.
The joke of our time is the suicide of intention.
A weed is a plant whose virtue is not yet known.
I cannot too often repeat that Democracy is a word the real gist of which still sleeps, quite unawakened, notwithstanding the resonance and the many angry tempests out of which its syllables have come, from pen or tongue. It is a great word, whose history, I suppose, remains unwritten because that history has yet to be enacted.
Not to discontinue our allegiance, in this case, would be to join with the sovereign in promoting the slavery and misery of that society, the welfare of which, we ourselves, as well as our sovereign, are indispensably obliged to secure and promote, as far as in us lies.
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