Quotes About Humanity

The machine unmakes the man. Now that the machine is so perfect, the engineer is nobody.

The consciousness in each man is a sliding scale, which identifies him now with the First Cause, and now with the flesh of his body; life above life, in infinite degrees.

War, to sane men at the present day, begins to look like an epidemic insanity, breaking out here and there like the cholera or influenza, infecting men's brains instead of their bowels.

The cheapness of man is every day's tragedy. It is as real a loss that others should be low, as that we should be low; for we musthave a society.

People forget that it is the eye which makes the horizon, and the rounding mind's eye which makes this or that man a type or representative of humanity with the name of hero or saint.

But in our experience, man is cheap and friendship wants its deep sense. We affect to dwell with our friends in their absence, but we do not; when deed, word, or letter comes not, they let us go.

There is no man of Nature's worth In the circle of the earth.

I think the vice of our housekeeping is that it does not hold man sacred. The vice of government, the vice of education, the viceof religion, is one with that of the private life.

No society can ever be so large as one man.

There is nothing but is related to us, nothing that does not interest us,--kingdom, college, tree, horse, or iron show,--the rootsof all things are in man.

Man is the dwarf of himself.

It is not funny that a man should be killed, but it is sometimes funny that he should be killed for so little, and that his death should be the coin of what we call civilization.

Man has always been his own most vexing problem.

Where, but in the simplicity of the Gospel, can you hear about both the dignity of man and the misery of man?

For man as an historical creature has desires of indeterminate dimensions.

Man is always worse than most people suspect, but also generally better than most people dream.

Labels are for the things men make, not for men. The most primitive man is too complex to be labeled.

War doesn't mature men; it merely pickles them in the brine of disgust and dread.

One cannot distinguish between human and non-human acts. One cannot point, one cannot say this man here is a man and that man there is a devil.

O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.

Bless you, daugher of man.

Just because a man is a homicidal maniac doesn't make him wrong.

To hell with monsters and to hell with men. There is no difference to me.

A strong, brave man is born each month, each year God gives a sage to men, A poet each ten years, perhaps, but an unselfish person,—when?