Quotes About Humanity

Passion is univeral humanity. Without it religion history art and romance would be useless.

Nature makes only dumb animals. We owe the fools to society.

All humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.

Be ashamed to die unless you have won some victory for humanity.

To pity distress is but human; to relieve it is Godlike.

Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

The farther I travel, the less I wonder at anything: a few days reconcile one to a new spot, or an unseen custom; and men are so much the same everywhere, that one scare perceives a change in situation.

Because you "love" people so much no matter how bleak things are you will never give up on this world.

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The truth was never easy, and it was never simple, and it had a way of breaking your heart. Thus men chose its imitation whenever possible and made the world fit the shape that suited them best. Smith believed man created God and Truth both in his own image, and he attached no blame to that. He had long ago decided that most people got along as best they could, trying to be brave, trying to be good, trying to subdue the terrors of life with whatever expectations lay easiest to hand.

He loved to be among people and talk to them, find out what they had done and what they believed in. He felt that everybody was a traveler on the same journey, and a person should be interested in what others had learned along the way. But the Public was a different matter. The Public was too delicate, too selfish and selfabsorbed, a loud collective Voice clamoring with complaints, demanding attention.

Tragedy is the greatest art form of all. It gives us the courage to continue with our life by exposing us to the pain of life. It is unsentimental, it takes us seriously as human beings, it is not condescending. Paradoxically, by seeing pain we are made greater, it becomes a need.

There are no righteous societies; there are simply different degrees of depravity. To

He is a human being in kid's clothing. He has the organs and the feeling of his species, but none of the rights. And he is not alone. This country is stewing itself in the notion that you're not a person until you reach voting and drinking age. It's wrong. You don't get it, Doctor (with all due respect), and because you don't get it you can't give it. Let him go home. He isn't crazy, he isn't even strange. We have met the enemy, and he is us.

There is a mighty interconnection in man's struggle for freedom, a singleness of purpose and endeavor which binds together those who struggle for human liberation, whatever land they live in, whatever tongue they speak, whatever race bears them.

The dignity is in the worker, not in the job.

Jew-hating was back-of course Jew-hating was back. Soon it would be full-blown Fascism, Nazism, Stalinism. These things didn't go away. There was nowhere for them to go. They where indestructible, non-biodegradable. They waited in the great rubbish tip that was the human heart.

Ludzkie istoty rzadko s? tak niebezpieczne jak wtedy, kiedy rozp?ywaj? si? nad dobroci? w?asnych intencji.

The leveling down of the European man is our greatest danger. This is the prospect that depresses us. Today we see nothing that wants to become greater. We suspect that all goes ever downward, becoming thinner, more sleazy, smarter, cozier, more ordinary, more indifferent. Exactly here lies the crisis. With the fear of man, we have also lost the love of man - reverence for him, hope in him. The human prospect wearies us. What is the current nihilism if it is not that? We are tired of man.

There is a dialectic between common humanity and particular ways of being human.

Ours is the age which is proud of machines that think and suspicious of men who try to.

I stand accused of bringing you more bad than good news. At times, and we are in such a time now, at times in human history, bad is disproportionate to good, and so I own up to the indictment. It's a fact of life, my Canadian brethren, that we cannot always control where the truth comes from, or how bad it turns out to be, or what it reveals about human nature.

When thinking harshly on the human condition, as I so often do, my antidote is to think gently on libraries, for if human beings are capable of preserving the history of our knowledge in the form of books, there there may still be hope.

Once I slew a man, and never do I wish to slay a man again, for it is bitter for the soul to think thereon.