The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.
Thomas CarlyleRead
Skepticism . . . is not intellectual only it is moral also, a chronic atrophy and disease of the whole soul.
Interpretation
Skepticism undermines both intellect and morality, impacting the entire essence of a person.
In this quote, Thomas Carlyle emphasizes that skepticism goes beyond merely questioning or doubting; it affects the moral fabric of an individual. When a person becomes overly skeptical, it leads to a deterioration of not only their intellectual pursuits but also the core values and ethics that govern their behavior and decisions, ultimately resulting in a decline of the whole soul.
In practice
During a lecture on philosophy, this quote could be used to provoke thought about the implications of a skeptical mindset.
The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.
Thirty millions, mostly fools.
There is a great discovery still to be made in literature, that of paying literary men by the quantity they do not write.
For the superior morality, of which we hear so much, we too would desire to be thankful: at the same time, it were but blindness to deny that this superior morality is properly rather an inferior criminality, produced not by greater love of Virtue, but by greater perfection of Police; and of that far subtler and stronger Police, called Public Opinion.
Enjoying things which are pleasant; that is not the evil; it is the reducing of our moral self to slavery by them that is.
Clean undeniable right, clear undeniable might: either of these once ascertained puts an end to battle. All battle is a confused experiment to ascertain one and both of these.
It’s always about, somehow, finding a part of myself that is relevant, and then turning the volume up on that particular part. So, I am all of the characters I've ever played, and I am none of them at the same time.
If two angels were to receive at the same moment a commission from God, one to go down and rule earth’s grandest empire, the other to go and sweep the streets of its meanest village, it would be a matter of entire indifference to each which service fell to his lot, the post of ruler or the post of scavenger; for the joy of the angels lies only in obedience to God’s will, and with equal joy they would lift a Lazarus in his rags to Abraham’s bosom, or be a chariot of fire to carry an Elijah home.
Suppose time is a circle, bending back on itself. The world repeats itself, precisely, endlessly.
The first grave. Now we're getting someplace. Houses and children and graves, that's home, Tom. Those are the things that hold a man down.
When there is in nature no fixed condition, how much less must there be in the life of a people, beings endowed with mobility and movement!
Holy is the dish and drain, the soap and sink, and the cup and plate and the warm wool socks, and the cold white tile, showerheads and good dry towelsand frying eggs sound like psalms, with bits of salt measured in my palm. It's all a part of a sacrament, as holy as a day is spent.
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