Some men think the Earth is round, others think it flat; it is a matter capable of question. But, if it is flat, will the King's command make it round? And, if it is round, will the King's command flatten it?
If we lived in a State where virtue was profitable, common sense would make us good, and greed would make us saintly. And we'd live like animals or angels in the happy land that /needs/ no heroes. But since in fact we see that avarice, anger, envy, pride, sloth, lust and stupidity commonly profit far beyond humility, chastity, fortitude, justice and thought, and have to choose, to be human at all... why then perhaps we /must/ stand fast a little --even at the risk of being heroes.
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What this quote means
This quote suggests that virtue is not rewarded in society, prompting a choice between moral integrity and societal success.
Robert Bolt's quote reflects on the dichotomy between virtue and vice in society. He posits that if goodness were rewarded, everyone would naturally be good, but since negative traits often lead to success, individuals face a choice: to embrace these vices or to uphold their humanity by maintaining virtue, even at the cost of being seen as heroic. This highlights the struggle between moral values and societal expectations, suggesting that true humanity requires courage in the face of moral dilemmas.
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This quote can be used to inspire discussions on ethics in business.
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