Tuesday, August 27, 2019
From The Crooked Timber of Humanity, by Isaiah Berlin
"One was obliged, of course, to lay down one's life for the truth, but there was nothing noble in dying for a falsehood, even if one mistook it for the truth. The notion that the truth is not necessarily one, that values are many, that they may conflict, that there is something sublime in dying for one's own vision of the truth even though it may be condemned by the rest of the world -- that, I think, would before the eighteenth century have seemed to be a very eccentric position."
From European Unity and It's Vicissitudes, III