Sense shines with a double luster when it is set in humility. An able yet humble man is a jewel worth a kingdom.
Dislike what deserves it, but never hate: for that is of the nature of malice; which is almost ever to persons, not things, and is one of the blackest qualities sin begets in the soul.
Interpretation
What this quote means
It’s acceptable to dislike actions or behaviors that deserve criticism, but harboring hate is destructive and rooted in malice.
William Penn's quote emphasizes the importance of discerning our feelings towards actions rather than the individuals themselves. While it is natural to dislike behaviors that harm or offend, allowing hate to fester within us leads to malice, which taints our character and emotional well-being. Hate can consume us and push us towards negative influences, whereas constructive criticism directed at actions can foster improvement and growth.
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In practice
Example use cases
In a debate about social issues, this quote can be used to highlight the importance of critiquing the action without dehumanizing individuals.
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Unless virtue guide us our choice must be wrong.
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