Quotes About Humanity

En el hombre está comprendida la naturaleza entera, sólo él fue creado auténticamente en toda la naturaleza, y toda la naturaleza fue creada sólo para él. El hombre es la medida de todas las cosas y su felicidad es el criterio de la verdad.

Sin embargo, no puede decirse que sufriera. Su cabeza y corazón estaban ebrios, y sus pasos seguían las indicaciones del demonio, que se complace en conculcar la dignidad y la razón del ser humano.

Le temps est un don des dieux, prêté à l'homme pour qu'il en tire parti, pour qu'il en tire un parti utile, ingénieur, au service du progrès de l'humanité.

Toleranz wird zum Verbrechen, wenn sie dem Bösen gilt.

My God, I am a humanist, a homo humanus , and understand nothing of such ingenious matters, however sincere my deep respect for them.

Spiritul este acela care-l deosebeÈ™te pe om de orice alt? form? de via?? organic? deoarece omul este fiinÈ›a prin excelen?? rupt? de natur?, c?reia i se opune în mod evident.

Wie seltsam mischt die Vorsehung uns Sterblichen Freude und Leid in einem Becher!

Demek ki insanlar?n bizim ac?m?za sayg? duymas?n? ölüm saÄŸl?yor, en hazin ac?lar bile ölümle sayg?nl?k kazan?yordu.

The question of love is one that cannot be evaded. Whether or not you claim to be interested in it from the moment you are alive you are bound to be concerned with love because love is not just something that happens to you: It is a certain special way of being alive. Love is in fact an intensification of life a completeness a fullness a wholeness of life.

This is the crucifixion of Christ: in which He dies again and again in the individuals who were made to share the joy and freedom of His grace, and who deny Him.

As long as we secretly adore ourselves, our own deficiencies will remain to torture us with an apparent defilement. But if we live for others, we will gradually discover that no one expects us to be "as gods." We will see that we are human, like everyone else, that we all have weaknesses and deficiencies, and that these limitations of ours play a most important part in all our lives. It is because of them that we need others and others need us.

Some men turn away from all this cheap emotion with a kind of heroic despair…But this too can be an error. For if our emotions really die in the desert, our humanity dies with them.

I will never be able to find myself if I isolate myself from the rest of mankind as if I were a different kind of being.

Christianity is not stoicism. The Cross does not sanctify us by destroying human feeling. Detachment is not insensibility. Too many ascetics fail to become great saints precisely because their rules and ascetic practices have merely deadened their humanity instead of setting it free to develop richly, in all its capacities, under the influence of grace.

We can be, in some sense, friends to all men because there is no man on earth with whom we do not have something in common. But it would be false to treat too many men as intimate friends. It is not possible to be intimate with more than very few, because there are only very few in the world with whom we have practically everything in common. Love, then, must

When men are merely submerged in a mass of impersonal human beings pushed around by automatic forces, they lose their true humanity, their integrity, their ability to love, their capacity for self-determination

I was entering into a moral universe in which I would be related to every other rational being, and in which whole masses of us, as thick as swarming bees, would drag one another along towards some common end of good or evil, peace or war.

Why did Christ become Man if not to save men by uniting them mystically with God through His own Sacred Humanity?

Thank God! I am only another member of the human race, like all the rest of them... As if the sorrows and stupidities of the human condition could overwhelm me, now that I realize what we all are. And if only everybody could realize this! But it cannot be explained. There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun.

There is in every weak, lost and isolated member of the human race an agony of hatred born of his own helplessness, his own isolation. Hatred is the sign and the expression of loneliness, of unworthiness, of insufficiency. And in so far as each one of us is lonely, is unworthy, each one hates himself. Some of us are aware of this self-hatred, and because of it we reproach ourselves and punish ourselves needlessly.

But if we live for others, we will gradually discover that no one expects us to be "as gods." We will see that we are human, like everyone else, that we all have weaknesses and deficiencies, and that these limitations of ours play a most important part in all our lives. It is because of them that we need others and others need us. We are not all weak in the same spots, and so we supplement and complete one another, each one making up in himself for the lack in another.

The birth of a man is the birth of his sorrow.

from whose womb will come the last and greatest instrument of destruction.

Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy. That is not our business and, in fact, it is nobody's business. What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy