Simone Weil

Was a French philosopher, mystic, and political activist. Since 1995, more than 5,000 scholarly works have been published about her, including close analyses and readings of her work.

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Simone Weil

Was a French philosopher, mystic, and political activist. Since 1995, more than 5,000 scholarly works have been published about her, including close analyses and readings of her work.

Beauty always promises, but never gives anything.
Oppression that is clearly inexorable and invincible does not give rise to revolt but to submission.
To set up as a standard of public morality a notion which can neither be defined nor conceived is to open the door to every kind of tyranny.
Most works of art, like most wines, ought to be consumed in the district of their fabrication.
When a contradiction is impossible to resolve except by a lie, then we know that it is really a door.
Nothing can have as its destination anything other than its origin. The contrary idea, the idea of progress, is poison.
With no matter what human being, taken individually, I always find reasons for concluding that sorrow and misfortune do not suit him; either because he seems too mediocre for anything so great, or, on the contrary, too precious to be destroyed.
There is one, and only one, thing in modern society more hideous than crime namely, repressive justice.
The destruction of the past is perhaps the greatest of all crimes.
Force is as pitiless to the man who possesses it, or thinks he does, as it is to its victims; the second it crushes, the first it intoxicates. The truth is, nobody really possesses it.

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Beauty always promises, but never gives anything.
Oppression that is clearly inexorable and invincible does not give rise to revolt but to submission.
To set up as a standard of public morality a notion which can neither be defined nor conceived is to open the door to every kind of tyranny.
Most works of art, like most wines, ought to be consumed in the district of their fabrication.
When a contradiction is impossible to resolve except by a lie, then we know that it is really a door.
Nothing can have as its destination anything other than its origin. The contrary idea, the idea of progress, is poison.
With no matter what human being, taken individually, I always find reasons for concluding that sorrow and misfortune do not suit him; either because he seems too mediocre for anything so great, or, on the contrary, too precious to be destroyed.
There is one, and only one, thing in modern society more hideous than crime namely, repressive justice.
The destruction of the past is perhaps the greatest of all crimes.
Force is as pitiless to the man who possesses it, or thinks he does, as it is to its victims; the second it crushes, the first it intoxicates. The truth is, nobody really possesses it.