As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
William ShakespeareRead
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that the world is vast and contains many mysteries beyond human understanding.
In this quote from Shakespeare, the speaker addresses Horatio, implying that human understanding and philosophical reasoning are limited. It highlights the idea that there are countless phenomena and truths in existence that surpass what we can currently conceive or theorize within the confines of our established beliefs and understanding.
In practice
In a philosophical discussion about the limits of human knowledge.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
That which is selfish is immoral, and that which is unselfish is moral.
And usually [the philosopher] philosophizes either in order to resign himself to life, or to seek some finality in it, or to distract himself and forget his griefs, or for pastime and amusement.
He, however, who begins with Metaphysics, will not only become confused in matters of religion, but will fall into complete infidelity.
Above all, the state of grace is absolutely necessary at the moment of death; without it, salvation and supernatural happiness the beatific vision of God - are impossible.
Reality is how we interpret it. Imagination and volition play a part in that interpretation. Which means that all reality is to some extent a fiction.
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots.
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