Quotes About Humanity

There's only one God—everything else is metaphor.' Now, strip away all the metaphors, and what is the one single commandment common to every decent religion ever known?" "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." "Exactly. Every religion in human history has had a variation of it, but why do so few people live by it? Because of all the other crap, because of the metaphors.

Obama warned in October 2019. "The world is messy. There are ambiguities. People who do really good stuff have flaws."31

The whole world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.

All the world's a stage, and most of us are desperately under-rehearsed.

the seed of greatness exists in every human being. Whether it sprouts or not is our choice.

So, what does all this tell us? First, that the seed of greatness exists in every human being. Whether it sprouts or not is our choice. Second, that there are no such things as natural-born under- or overachievers—there are simply people that tap into their true potentials and people that

There is something within me that might be illusion as it is often the case with young delighted people, but if I would be fortunate to achieve some of my ideals, it would be on the behalf of the whole of humanity," Tesla wrote.

Become educated, encourage others to follow, and together, despite our divergent political leanings, we can stand united as human beings who recognize and respect each other's rights to enjoy life and liberty, to acquire and possess property, and to pursue and obtain happiness and safety.

all human beings, regardless of gender, status, wealth, and religion, are born equally free and with the right to the enjoyment of life, liberty, and property and the right to the pursuit of happiness.

The environment could not be fixed by a mere change of heart. It was by then well known that future centuries would suffer greatly for the incontinence of their ancestors. That humanity would survive was never in doubt, but one would always prefer a palace to a barn. Long-term plans were founded to seek ways to fix the problem, and one of these included looking for alternatives elsewhere.

Humanity had to evolve, jump up the ladder until it was on a more equal footing with some of the new minds in the system. This was hard, too. We were behind to start with, and slower to let go of traditional structures than machine intelligences with little or no past. Some of our allies among the AIs despaired of us ever catching up, even with their help. It

We have elevated money to the level of humanity. But money and humanity are enemies. Enemies who feed off, lie to, and use each other. There can be no freedom in this situation. Only fear. By elevating money you give it a vote. So what does money think is the ideal global condition? And what does humanity think is the idea financial one? The disastrous answer to both of these questions is: more.

We were two wood-shavings of humanity in a rough world.

There's no soldier don't have a queer little spot in his wretched heart for his enemy, that's just a fact.

What can I tell you further? I once lived among humankind, and found them in their generality to be cruel and cold, and yet could mention the names of three or four that were like angels. I suppose we measure the importance of our days by those few angels we spy among us, and yet aren't like them.

Why should a man help another man? No need, the world don't care about that. World is just a passing parade of cruel moments and long drear stretches where nothing going on but chicory drinking and whisky and cards.

As I do not seem able much to heal, then maybe I can simply be a responsible witness to the miracle of the ordinary soul.

He was merely floating there in the room, insubstantial, a living man in the midst of life, dying imperceptibly on his feet, like all of us.

So it was with the world, restless, kind of brutal. Always going on.

The blood is intact in our bodies but we feel like we are bleeding into the earth.

Thousands die everywhere always. The world don't care much, it just don't mind much. That's what I notice about it. There is that great wailing and distress and then the pacifying waters close over everything, old Father Time washes his hands. On he plods to the next place.

We may be black-hearted men when our turn comes but there is a seam in men called justice that nothing burns off complete. Caught-His-Horse-First

He was looking into that strange place, the middle distance, the most mysterious, human, and rich of all distances. And from his eyes came slowly tears, immaculate human tears, before the world touches them. River, window and eyes.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal. Life, Liberty.