O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRead
How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.
Interpretation
The human voice is a deep reflection of one's soul, expressing what cannot be seen in the mind or heart.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow beautifully articulates the profound connection between the voice and the essence of a person. While the intellect may be visible through expression and demeanor, it is the voice that truly conveys the depth of the soul, revealing emotions and truths that are otherwise hidden. This quote invites us to appreciate the power of our voices as the ultimate expression of our inner selves.
In practice
In a speech about personal expression, one might quote Longfellow to emphasize the importance of using one's voice.
O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
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