Speak the truth, do not yield to anger; give, if thou art asked for little; by these three steps thou wilt go near the gods.
ConfuciusRead
Writing cannot express all words, words cannot encompass all ideas.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the limitations of language in conveying thoughts and ideas.
Confucius highlights the inherent limitations of written language, suggesting that while writing is a valuable tool for communication, it can never fully capture the complexity of human thoughts and ideas. This reflects a deeper philosophical understanding of the nature of expression and the challenges we face in articulating our innermost beliefs and feelings.
In practice
In a speech about the power of art, one might cite this quote to emphasize the limitations of verbal communication.
Speak the truth, do not yield to anger; give, if thou art asked for little; by these three steps thou wilt go near the gods.
Earnest in practicing the ordinary virtues, and careful in speaking about them, if, in his practice, he has anything defective, the superior man dares not but exert himself; and if, in his words, he has any excess, he dares not allow himself such license.
When you see a good person, think of becoming like her/him. When you see someone not so good, reflect on your own weak points.
Never give a sword to a man who can't dance.
The superior man is distressed by the limitations of his ability; he is not distressed by the fact that men do not recognize the ability that he has.
Success depends upon previous preparation, and without such preparation there is sure to be failure.
The collapse of good conscience and the absence of accountability and public scrutiny have led to crimes against humanity and violations of international law.
No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.
I am not African because I was born in Africa but because Africa was born in me.
Every great thinker is someone else's moron.
Whenever a poet or preacher, chief or wizard spouts gibberish, the human race spends centuries deciphering the message.
How could I, who loved life so intensely, have let myself be entangled for so long in that balderdash of books and paper blackened with ink!
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