A dream has power to poison sleep.
When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid - in which case all comment is superfluous - or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote suggests that if an idea is dismissed without debate, it is either obviously foolish or deeply significant.
Percy Bysshe Shelley highlights the importance of engagement in intellectual discourse. If a statement or idea is deemed 'not worth refuting,' it often indicates one of two extremes: either the idea lacks any merit and does not require a response, or it represents a profound and challenging notion that is central to understanding a complex issue. In essence, Shelley encourages critical thinking and the need to confront serious ideas rather than avoid them.
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In practice
Example use cases
In a debate, one might use this quote to emphasize the importance of addressing significant arguments.
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I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.
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