Quotes About Humanity

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.

There has been war since the beginning of time and we are no smarter than the people that have gone before us. There is apt to be some more war.

The mere existence of nuclear weapons by the thousands is an incontrovertible sign of human insanity.

We have failed to grasp the fact that mankind is becoming a single unit, and that for a unit to fight against itself is suicide.

This world is not a Sunday School; it is a slaughter-house, and always has been. Peace or war, what does it matter? There is no such thing as peace, and never can be. Competition is just peaceful war with far more cruel weapons than either shot or shell. War is competition stripped of all disguise — without the velvet glove.

I am fixed in awe at the mighty conflict to which two great nations are advancing, and recoil with horror at the ferociousness of man. Will nations never devise a more rational umpire of differences than force? Are there no means of coercing injustice more gratifying to our nature than a waste of the blood of thousands, & of the labor of millions of our fellow-creatures?

OCEAN, n. A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man — who has no gills.

I also have always liked the monster within idea. I like the zombies being us. Zombies are the blue-collar monsters.

A misanthrope hates all mankind, but is kind to everybody, generally too kind. A philanthrope loves the whole human race, but dislikes his wife, his mother, his brother, and his friends and acquaintances. Misanthrope is the potato, — rough and repulsive outside, but good to the core. Philanthrope is a peach, — his manner all velvet and bloom, and his words sweet juice, but his heart of hearts a stone.

The Bible tells us to love our neighbours, and also to love our enemies; probably because they are generally the same people.

Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others' pain, And perish in our own.

A joke is at most a temporary rebellion against virtue, and its aim is not to degrade the human being but to remind him that he is already degraded.

We should emphasize not Negro History but the Negro in history. What we need is not a history of selected races or nations, but the history of the world void of national bias, race hate, and religious prejudice.

Man performs, engenders, so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main...

A struggle to do something more than exist is the sign of human life — the mission of the human soul.

He did not belong to us, he belonged to the world.

The means by which we live are marvelous indeed. And yet something is missing. We have learned to fly the air like birds and swim the sea like fish, but we have not learned the simple art of living together as brothers. Our abundance has brought us neither peace of mind nor serenity of spirit.

One day our descendants will think it incredible that we paid so much attention to things like the amount of melanin in our skin or the shape of our eyes or our gender instead of the unique identities of each of us as complex human beings.

The dream is one of equality and opportunity... men will dare to live together as brothers... Whenever it is fulfilled, we will emerge from the bleak and desolate midnight of man's inhumanity to man into the bright and glowing daybreak of freedom and justice for all of God's children.

Oh the brain, the brain!... Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called Man! Oh the little that unhinges it: poor creatures that we are!

We are, perhaps, uniquely among the earth's creatures, the worrying animal. We worry away our lives...

Kindness is the greatest wisdom.

...that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love...