Quotes About Humanity

Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood? Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?

I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuffed with the stuff that is coarse, and stuffed with the stuff that is fine

Of the human form especially, it is so great it must never be made ridiculous . . . Exaggerations will be revenged in human physiology.

In all people I see myself, none more and not one barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.

Have you ever loved the body of a woman? / Have you ever loved the body of a man? / Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all in all nations and times all over the earth?

This is the meal pleasantly set . . . . this is the meat and drink for natural hunger, It is for the wicked just the same as the righteous . . . . I make appointments with all, I will not have a single person slighted or left away, I will not have a single person slighted or left away, The keptwoman and sponger and thief are hereby invited . . . . the heavy-lipped slave is invited . . . . the venerealee is invited, There shall be no difference between them and the rest.

In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barleycorn less, And the good or bad I say of them.

Whoever you are, how superb and how divine is your body, or any part of it!

The new society at last, proportionate to Nature, In man of you, more than your mountain peaks or stalwart trees imperial, In woman more, far more, than all your gold or vines, or even vital air. Fresh come, to a new world indeed, yet long prepared, I see the genius of the modern, child of the real and ideal, Clearing the ground for broad humanity, the true America, heir of the past so grand, To build a grander future.

Tú, lector, palpitas de vida y de orgullo y de amor como yo. Para ti, pues, estos cantos.

It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall, the dark threw its patches down upon me also...

Camerado, isto não é um livro, Quem nele tocar, toca num homem

Poseo hilos conductores rapidísimos, ya esté quieto o en marcha. tentáculos que se apoderan de todas las cosas y las llevan intactas a través de mi ser. Cuando rozo, palpo o siento con mis dedos, soy feliz. Y tocar otro cuerpo es algo que apenas puedo resistir.

Camerado, this is no book, Who touches this touches a man, (Is it night? are we here together alone?) It is I you hold and who holds you, I spring from the pages into your arms...

Amikor mellém érsz, idegen, és beszélni kívánsz velem, miért ne beszélnél velem? És miért ne beszélnék veled én?

Az engedelmességrÅ'l, h?ségrÅ'l, ragaszkodásról; Amint így távol állok, s elnézem, van számomra valami mélységesen megható az óriási embertömegekben, amelyek azok irányítását követik, akik nem hisznek az emberiségben.

And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.

Walt Whitman, an American, one of the roughs, a kosmos, / Disorderly fleshy and sensual....eating drinking and breeding, / No sentimentalist....no stander above men and women or apart / from them....no more modest than immodest.

The name for that kind of system in Europe was corporatism, fascism, or national socialism. But the World of Tomorrow Roosevelt would design, Walt Disney would promote, and Superman would personify was to be a friendly fascism securing truth, justice, and the American way, freedom in abundance and abundance in freedom, ultimately for the whole human race.

A generation that had gone to school on a horse-drawn streetcar now stood under the open sky in a countryside in which nothing remained unchanged but the clouds, and beneath these clouds, in a field of force of destructive torrents and explosions, was the tiny, fragile human body.

Pessimism all along the line. Absolutely. Mistrust in the fate of literature, mistrust in the fate of freedom, mistrust in the fate of European humanity, but three times mistrust in all reconciliation: between classes, between nations, between individuals. And unlimited trust only in IG Farben and the peaceful perfecting of the air force. But what now? What next?

Das Kunstwerk ist grundsätzlich immer reproduzierbar gewesen. Was Menschen gemacht hatten, das konnte immer von Menschen nachgemacht werden.

There is no document of civilization which is not at the same time a document of barbarism.

A Dostoeivski le interesaba la psicología; sacó a la luz la parte criminal que hay en el hombre. A Brecht le interesa la política; saca a la luz la parte criminal que hay en el negocio.