As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
William ShakespeareRead
But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men.
Interpretation
People often overestimate their own actions, attributing success to divine intervention rather than human effort.
In this quote, Shakespeare reflects on the tendency of humans to presume that their achievements are solely the result of their own actions, while neglecting the role of divine assistance or fate. It suggests a caution against arrogance and an acknowledgment of the external influences that may contribute to our successes.
In practice
In a speech about humility in success, one might use this quote to remind the audience of the importance of recognizing help from outside oneself.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
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Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
A world of nice people, content in their own niceness, looking no further, turned away from God, would be just as desperately in need of salvation as a miserable world-and might be even more difficult to save.
Pride only, the chief of all iniquities, can make us treat gifts as if they were rightful attributes of our nature, and, while receiving benefits, rob our Benefactor of His due glory.
what exactly is postmodernism, except modernism without the anxiety?
Sleep is perverse as human nature, Sleep is perverse as a legislature, Sleep is as forward as hives or goiters, And where it is least desired, it loiters.
My hope is to create spaces where people of all stripes can come together and speak at a lower decibel level. We make more sense that way. We sound more like our real selves that way.
All efforts to render politics aesthetic culminate in one thing: war.
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