Quotes About Humanity

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La guerre : c'est l'humanité contre l'humanité malgré l'humanité.

This book is a drama whose first character is the Infinite. Man is the second.

La montagne, la mer, la forêt, font des hommes sauvages. Elles développent le côté farouche, mais souvent sans détruire le côté humain.

The country wails, that may be, but humanity applauds. But is it true that the country does wail? France bleeds, but liberty smiles; and in the presence of liberty's smile, France forgets her wound.

This is what floats up confusedly, pell-mell, for the year 1817, and is now forgotten. History neglects nearly all these particulars, and cannot do otherwise; the infinity would overwhelm it. Nevertheless, these details, which are wrongly called trivial,—there are no trivial facts in humanity, nor little leaves in vegetation,—are useful. It is of the physiognomy of the years that the physiognomy of the centuries is composed.

On the face of this aged queen of our cathedrals, by the side of a wrinkle, one always finds a scar. Tempus edax, homo edacior*; which I should be glad to translate thus: time is blind, man is stupid.      *  Time is a devourer; man, more so.

Je tends vers la société sans roi, l'humanité sans frontière, la religion sans livre.

Oui, les brutalités du progrès s'appellent révolutions. Quand elles sont finies, on reconnaît ceci : que le genre humain a été rudoyé, mais qu'il a marché. Le

To feed the people is a fine goal, massacring them is the wrong way to go about it.

I do not understand how God, the father of men, can torture his children and his grandchildren, and hear them cry without being tortured himself.

In our civilization there are fearful times when the criminal law wrecks a man. How mournful the moment when society draws back and permits the irreparable loss of a sentient being.

It has always belonged to the truly great and strong to care for the weak and feeble.

Love shows us who we want to be. War shows us who we are.

Vietnam...war...it did something to us. Or maybe not. Maybe the bad seeds were always in me, and war gave them a dark place in which to grow.

He liked whores. He always had.

I see one-third of a nation ill-housed, ill-clad, ill-nourished.… The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little. —FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT

We are all fragile, Isabelle. It's the thing we learn in war.

I hope you never know how fragile you are, Isabelle.' 'I'm not fragile,' she said. The smile he gave her was barely one at all. 'We are all fragile, Isabelle. It's the thing we learn in war.

Fleetingly he wondered what the man's life had been like, where it had gone so desperately wrong. No one tried to end up like this, alone and defenseless and poor, eking a living from the harsh Arizona desert.

We are all fragile, Isabelle. It's the thing we learn in war.

Chaos. Dust. Crowds. The street was a living, breathing dragon of humanity, inching forward, wheezing dirt, honking horns; people yelling for help, babies crying, and the smell of sweat heavy in the air. Automobiles

Hiroshima. There are a million ways for this sick, corrupt world to end.

and it reminds me how fragile we all are, how easily we can wound one another, especially when love is involved.