Quotes About Humanity

I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.

All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.

Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.

Some's bastards, some's ain't. That's the score.

And as far as I can see the world is too old for us to talk about it with our new words ? We will pass just as quietly through life (passing through, passing through) as the 10th century people of this valley only with a little more noise and a few bridges and dams and bombs that wont even last a million years ? The world being just what it is, moving and passing through, actually alright in the long view and nothing to complain about.

All you want to do is run out there and get laid and get beat up and get screwed up and get old and sick and banged around by samsara, you fucking eternal meat of comeback you

And I saw how everybody dies and nobody's going to care. I felt how it is to live just so you can die like a bull trapped in a screaming human ring.

Practice charity without holding in mind any conceptions about charity, for charity after all is just a word.

I know everything's alright but I want proof and the Buddhas and the Virgin Marys are there reminding me of the solemn pledge of faith in this harsh and stupid earth where we rage our so-called lives in a sea of worry, meat for Chicagos of Graves - right this minute my very father and my very brother lie side by side in mud in the North and I'm supposed to be smarter than they are - being quick I am dead.

The other man, just as lonesome as I am In this empty universe

Life is life, and kind is kind.

I'm going to write ceaselessly about the dignity of human beings no matter who and or what they are, and the less dignity a person has the fewer words I'll use.

All these people," said Japhy, "they all got white-tiled toilets and take big dirty craps like bears in the mountains, but it's all washed away to convenient supervised sewers and nobody thinks of crap any more or realizes that their origin is shit and civet and scum of the sea. They spend all day washing their hands with creamy soaps they secretly wanta eat in the bathroom." He had a million ideas, he had 'em all.

I don't know when we'll meet again or what'll happen in the future, but Desolation, Desolation, I owe so much to Desolation, thank you forever for guiding me to the place where I learned all. Now comes the sadness of coming back to cities and I've grown two months older and there's all that humanity of bars and burlesque shows and gritty love, all upsidedown in the void God bless them, but Japhy you and me forever we know, O ever youthful, O ever weeping.

Buddhism wasn't responsible for the insane atrocities of human history

What did I care about all the irking hurts and tedious wronks of the world, the human bones are but vain lines dawdling

But what's all this giving of ourselves, what's there to give that'll help anybody

Occasionally bums passed, Mexican mothers passed with children, and the prowl car came by and the cop got out to leak, but most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

The mad have unkind hearts.

Oh, smell the people! yelled Dean with his face out the window, sniffing. Ah, God! Life!

You tell me why's a man's blood is any better or any more precious than a dog's blood? It sure ain't to the dog.

They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.

He was disappointed in it all. He had developed into an alien. As the steam beer had tasted raw, so their companionship seemed raw to him. He was too far removed. Too many thousands of opened books yawned between them and him. He had exiled himself. He had travelled in the vast realm of intellect until he could no longer return home. On the other hand, he was human, and his gregarious need for companionship remained unsatisfied. He had found no new home.

The human race is doomed to sink back farther and farther into the primitive night ere again it begins its bloody climb upward to civilization.