Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore
William BlakeRead
Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor's iron brace.
Interpretation
Human potential and integrity can be compromised by oppressive forces or societal constraints.
In this quote, William Blake reflects on how external forces, represented metaphorically as 'armor's iron brace,' can inhibit the natural and inherent qualities of humanity. He suggests that such constraints not only restrict individual expression but also deform the essence of what it means to be human, implying that freedom and openness are essential for true human development.
In practice
In a debate about individual rights, one might use this quote to emphasize the dangers of societal norms that limit human potential.
Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.
As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.
He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars.
I study religion because I find it fascinating and problematic. But I struggle with the idea of what religion is, what being religious means. A lot of people assume that if you write about early Christianity, you must be some kind of Sunday-school teacher.
When we consider that women are treated as property it is degrading to women that we should treat our children as property to be disposed of as we see fit.
A spirit of innovation is generally the result of a selfish temper and confined views. People will not look forward to posterity, who never look backward to their ancestors.
One as deformed and horrible as myself, could not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species, and have the same defects... with whom I can live in the interchange of those sympathies necessary for my being.
The appreciation of pleasure can be the anchor of humanity.
Very few people really care about freedom, about liberty, about the truth, very few. Very few people have guts, the kind of guts on which a real democracy has to depend. Without people with that sort of guts a free society dies or cannot be born.
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