A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.
AeschylusRead
And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the futility of actions taken to cleanse or purify oneself while remaining fundamentally flawed or corrupted.
Aeschylus suggests that merely flowing towards a goal of purification is meaningless if the source of corruption persists. The imagery of streams portrays life’s struggles and attempts at redemption, but emphasizes that without addressing the root of one's pollution, efforts can be in vain. The quote provokes thought about deeper self-examination and the importance of genuine change rather than superficial actions.
In practice
This quote can be used in discussions about personal growth and self-awareness.
A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.
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In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.
It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.
In war, truth is the first casualty.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
Deep down, there is in the substance of the cosmos a primordial disposition, sui generis, for self-arrangement and self-involution.
I almost do not exist now and I know it; God knows what lives in me in place of me.
Imagine a life-form whose brainpower is to ours as ours is to a chimpanzee’s. To such a species, our highest mental achievements would be trivial. Their toddlers, instead of learning their ABCs on Sesame Street, would learn multivariable calculus on Boolean Boulevard. Our most complex theorems, our deepest philosophies, the cherished works of our most creative artists, would be projects their schoolkids bring home for Mom and Dad to display on the refrigerator door.
What a tiresome place America would be if freedom meant we all had to think alike or be the same color or wear the same gray flannel suit! That road leads to the conformity of the graveyard!
The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true.
Many people believe that our lives end not when we die but when the very last person who knew us dies. Memory is part of it, yes, but I think it's much more than memory.
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