May we look upon our treasure, the furniture of our houses, and our garments, and try to discover whether the seeds of war have nourishment in these our possessions.
There is a principle which is pure, placed in the human mind, which in different places and ages hath had different names. It is, however, pure and proceeds from God. It is deep and inward, confined to no forms of religion nor excluded from any, where the heart stands in perfect sincerity. In whomsoever this takes root and grows, of what nation soever, they become brethren in the best sense of the expression.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote emphasizes the existence of a pure principle in every human that transcends religion and nationality, fostering sincere connections among people.
John Woolman reflects on an inherent principle within the human mind, suggesting that this essence is pure and divinely inspired. He asserts that regardless of the various names and forms it may take throughout different cultures and religions, this principle binds individuals together in genuine brotherhood when it is embraced sincerely. Ultimately, this quote advocates for unity and understanding among diverse peoples through the acknowledgment of a shared, deeper truth.
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Example use cases
In a speech about global unity and acceptance, you might use this quote to highlight our shared human values.
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