It takes a wonderful brain and exquisite senses to produce a few stupid ideas.
George SantayanaRead
To knock a thing down, especially if it is cocked at an arrogant angle, is a deep delight of the blood.
Interpretation
The enjoyment from challenging arrogance or prideful attitudes can be deeply satisfying.
This quote by George Santayana suggests that there is a certain joy or satisfaction in dismantling ideas or positions that are presented with arrogance. It reflects a human tendency to take pleasure in confronting and undermining those who display cocky or haughty attitudes, as it feels just and empowering to bring down such inflated egos.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a discussion about humility vs. arrogance.
It takes a wonderful brain and exquisite senses to produce a few stupid ideas.
The working of great institutions is mainly the result of a vast mass of routine, petty malice, self interest, carelessness and sheer mistake. Only a residual fraction is thought.
There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval. The dark background which death supplies brings out the tender colours of life in all their purity.
Not to believe in love is a great sign of dullness. There are some people so indirect and lumbering that they think all real affection rests on circumstantial evidence.
To feel beauty is a better thing than to understand how we come to feel it. To have imagination and taste, to love the best, to be carried by the contemplation of nature to a vivid faith in the ideal, all this is more, a great deal more, than any science can hope to be.
The vital straining towards an ideal, definite but latent, when it dominates a whole life, may express that ideal more fully than could the best chosen words.
I think that if it is - has to do with global warming, or if it has to do with raising the minimum wage, or if it has to do with lowering prescription drugs for vulnerable citizens - all of those things are people issues, not Democratic issues or Republican issues.
Why should I feel lonely? is not our planet in the Milky Way?
His life, measured in space and time, will take up a mere few lines, which my ignorance will abbreviate further.
The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory.
But where are you going to, Helen? Can you see? Do you know?-I believe; I have faith: I am going to God.-Where is God? What is God?-My maker and yours, who will never destroy what He created. I rely implicitly on His power, and confide wholly in His goodness: I count the hours till that eventful one arrives which shall restore me to Him, reveal Him to me.
It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild. (Ch.1)
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