Anger, if not restrained, is frequently more hurtful to us than the injury that provokes it.
Seneca The YoungerRead
It’s in the very trickery that it pleases me. But show me how the trick is done, and I have lost my interest therein.
Interpretation
The allure of something often lies in its mystery, and understanding it can diminish its appeal.
This quote by Seneca highlights the idea that the enjoyment of a phenomenon often stems from its complexity and mystery. When the inner workings or secrets behind something are revealed, the intrigue may fade, rendering it less enjoyable or engaging. It speaks to the human tendency to be fascinated by the unknown and the artistry involved in trickery or illusion.
In practice
During a lecture on the importance of mystery in art, one might invoke this quote to emphasize the value of not fully revealing artistic techniques.
Anger, if not restrained, is frequently more hurtful to us than the injury that provokes it.
No tree becomes rooted and sturdy unless many a wind assails it. For by its very tossing it tightens its grip and plants its roots more securely; the fragile trees are those that have grown in a sunny valley.
Slavery takes hold of few, but many take hold of slavery.
To be able to endure odium is the first art to be learned by those who aspire to power.
Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for a kindness.
Loyalty is the holiest good in the human heart.
The theologian may indulge the pleasing task of describing Religion as she descended from Heaven, arrayed in her native purity. A more melancholy duty is imposed on the historian. He must discover the inevitable mixture of error and corruption which she contracted in a long residence upon Earth, among a weak and degenerate race of beings.
I call myself a Peaceful Warrior... because the battles we fight are on the inside.
True godliness does not turn men out of the world, but enables them to live better in it and excites their endeavors to mend it.
I though about what death is, what a loss is. A sharp pain that lessens with time, but can never quite heal over. A scar. The idea occurred to me there on the site. Take a knife and cut open the earth, and with time the grass would heal it. As if you cut open the rock and polished it.
Wherever an altar is found, there civilization exists.
You are not an observer, you are a participant.
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