पुस्तक · The Republic
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लेखक: Plato
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स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें। · बैकस्पेस अक्षम — गलती के बाद भी जारी रखें।
Even in our own family circle there may have been some one, a
woman, or even a child, in whose face has shone forth a goodness
more than human. The ideal then approaches nearer to us, and we
fondly cling to it. The ideal of the past, whether of our own
past lives or of former states of society, has a singular
fascination for the minds of many. Too late we learn that such
ideals cannot be recalled, though the recollection of them may
have a humanizing influence on other times. But the abstractions
of philosophy are to most persons cold and vacant; they give
light without warmth; they are like the full moon in the heavens
when there are no stars appearing. Men cannot live by thought
alone; the world of sense is always breaking in upon them. They
are for the most part confined to a corner of earth, and see but
a little way beyond their own home or place of abode; they 'do
not lift up their eyes to the hills'; they are not awake when the
dawn appears.
स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें।
शुरू नहीं हुआ