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.
I worry about global anti-Semitism - not just as a bad idea that originates from bad people, but also as something that arises as a challenge to global order.
Maybe there's a whole other universe where a square moon rises in the sky, and the stars laugh in cold voices, and some of the triangles have four sides, and some have five, and some have five raised to the fifth power of sides. In this universe there might grow roses which sing. Everything leads to everything.
The club that kills can drive a stake into the ground to hold a shelter. The hands that build bombs can be used to build schools. The minds that coordinate the activities of violence can coordinate the activities of cooperation. When the activities of life are infused with reverence, they come alive with meaning and purpose.
Power kills, absolute power kills absolutely.
It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.
I can speak to my soul only when the two of us are off exploring deserts or cities or mountains or roads.
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