The Philosopher
Simone Weil
The face
The background
- Nationality:
- French
- Schools:
- Continental philosophy, Marxism, Christian anarchism, Christian socialism, Christian mysticism, Modern Platonism
- Branchs:
- Philosophy, mysticism, political activism, Theology
- Period:
- 20th-century
The synopsis
Simone Adolphine Weil was a French philosopher, mystic, and political activist born in Paris in 1909 to an Alsatian Jewish family. Despite a lifelong struggle with poor health, she was a precocious student and an ardent political activist, aligning herself with Marxist and pacifist ideals in her youth. She worked as a teacher but took breaks to engage in factory labor and political action, including during the Spanish Civil War. As her life progressed, Weil became increasingly drawn to mysticism and Christianity, experiencing profound spiritual encounters. She died in 1943 in England from heart failure, possibly exacerbated by self-imposed dietary restrictions in solidarity with occupied France. Her writings, mostly published posthumously, explored themes of affliction, attention, justice, and the spiritual nature of work, leaving a significant legacy in philosophy, theology, and social thought.
The works
The Iliad, or The Poem of Force
The Need for Roots
Gravity and Grace
Waiting for God
Factory Work
Reflections on the Causes of Liberty and Social Oppression
The Power of Words
Meditation on Obedience and Liberty
What the Occitan Inspiration Consists Of
Human Personality
Draft for a Statement of Human Obligations
Note on the General Suppression of Political Parties
What is Sacred in Every Human Being?
Are We Fighting for Justice?
Concerning the Colonial Problem in its Relation to the Destiny of the French People
The quotes
I can, therefore I am.
It is only the impossible that is possible for God. He has given over the possible to the mechanics of matter and the autonomy of his creatures.
Attachment is the great fabricator of illusions; reality can be attained only by someone who is detached.
An atheist may be simply one whose faith and love are concentrated on the impersonal aspects of God.
It is not the cause for which men took up arms that makes a victory more just or less, it is the order that is established when arms have been laid down.
The only way into truth is through one's own annihilation; through dwelling a long time in a state of extreme and total humiliation.
The mysteries of faith are degraded if they are made into an object of affirmation and negation, when in reality they should be an object of contemplation.
One cannot imagine St. Francis of Assisi talking about rights.
To want friendship is a great fault. Friendship ought to be a gratuitous joy, like the joys afforded by art or life.
The destruction of the past is perhaps the greatest of all crimes.
The future is made of the same stuff as the present.
Imagination is always the fabric of social life and the dynamic of history. The influence of real needs and compulsions, of real interests and materials, is indirect because the crowd is never conscious of it.
Nothing is less instructive than a machine.
The danger is not lest the soul should doubt whether there is any bread, but lest, by a lie, it should persuade itself that it is not hungry.
Who were the fools who spread the story that brute force cannot kill ideas? Nothing is easier. And once they are dead they are no more than corpses.
A doctrine serves no purpose in itself, but it is indispensable to have one if only to avoid being deceived by false doctrines.
In the intellectual order, the virtue of humility is nothing more nor less than the power of attention.
Equality is the public recognition, effectively expressed in institutions and manners, of the principle that an equal degree of attention is due to the needs of all human beings.
To be a hero or a heroine, one must give an order to oneself.
For when two beings who are not friends are near each other there is no meeting, and when friends are far apart there is no separation.
What a country calls its vital... interests are not things that help its people live, but things that help it make war.
It is an eternal obligation toward the human being not to let him suffer from hunger when one has a chance of coming to his assistance.
Whatever debases the intelligence degrades the entire human being.
The most important part of teaching is to teach what it is to know.
I am not a Catholic; but I consider the Christian idea, which has its roots in Greek thought and in the course of the centuries has nourished all of our European civilization, as something that one cannot renounce without becoming degraded.
The only hope of socialism resides in those who have already brought about in themselves, as far as is possible in the society of today, that union between manual and intellectual labor which characterizes the society we are aiming at.
All sins are attempts to fill voids.
In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish.
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.
Petroleum is a more likely cause of international conflict than wheat.
If we are suffering illness, poverty, or misfortune, we think we shall be satisfied on the day it ceases. But there too, we know it is false; so soon as one has got used to not suffering one wants something else.
We must prefer real hell to an imaginary paradise.
To be rooted is perhaps the most important and least recognized need of the human soul.
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.
Humility is attentive patience.
Most works of art, like most wines, ought to be consumed in the district of their fabrication.
Evil being the root of mystery, pain is the root of knowledge.
The intelligent man who is proud of his intelligence is like the condemned man who is proud of his large cell.
Difficult as it is really to listen to someone in affliction, it is just as difficult for him to know that compassion is listening to him.
Human beings are so made that the ones who do the crushing feel nothing; it is the person crushed who feels what is happening. Unless one has placed oneself on the side of the oppressed, to feel with them, one cannot understand.
Oppression that is clearly inexorable and invincible does not give rise to revolt but to submission.
If Germany, thanks to Hitler and his successors, were to enslave the European nations and destroy most of the treasures of their past, future historians would certainly pronounce that she had civilized Europe.
Beauty always promises, but never gives anything.
The contemporary form of true greatness lies in a civilization founded on the spirituality of work.
To get power over is to defile. To possess is to defile.
Life does not need to mutilate itself in order to be pure.
Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.
Evil, when we are in its power, is not felt as evil, but as a necessity, even a duty.
Imagination and fiction make up more than three quarters of our real life.
A hurtful act is the transference to others of the degradation which we bear in ourselves.
Real genius is nothing else but the supernatural virtue of humility in the domain of thought.
There is no detachment where there is no pain. And there is no pain endured without hatred or lying unless detachment is present too.
Humanism was not wrong in thinking that truth, beauty, liberty, and equality are of infinite value, but in thinking that man can get them for himself without grace.
We are like horses who hurt themselves as soon as they pull on their bits - and we bow our heads. We even lose consciousness of the situation, we just submit. Any re-awakening of thought is then painful.
The poison of skepticism becomes, like alcoholism, tuberculosis, and some other diseases, much more virulent in a hitherto virgin soil.
Culture is an instrument wielded by teachers to manufacture teachers, who, in their turn, will manufacture still more teachers.
Every time that I think of the crucifixion of Christ, I commit the sin of envy.
In the Church, considered as a social organism, the mysteries inevitably degenerate into beliefs.
There is one, and only one, thing in modern society more hideous than crime namely, repressive justice.
To write the lives of the great in separating them from their works necessarily ends by above all stressing their pettiness, because it is in their work that they have put the best of themselves.