Quotes About Humanity

An artist needn't be a clergyman or a churchwanderer, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men.

I can very well do without God both in my life and in my painting, but I cannot, ill as I am, do without something which is greater than I, which is my life - the power to create. And if, defrauded of the power to create physically, a man tries to create thoughts in place of children, he is still very much part of humanity.

The day will come, however, when people will see they are worth more than the price of the paint and my living expenses, very meagre on the whole, which we put into them"_ Page.419

And one would almost conclude that some people have cauterized certain sensitive nerves within themselves - especially those which, combined, are called conscience. Well, I pity them - in my opinion they travel through life without a compass. One might suppose that the love for humanity which is the foundation of everything should be in every human being.

You are kind to painters, and I tell you, the more I think it over, the more I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people. You will say that then it would be a good thing to do without art and artists.

There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

Does the man ever take any time off? Maybe he's a cyborg.

This is my country, that is your country; these are the conceptions of narrow souls - to the liberal minded the whole world is a family.

Here are the tears of things; mortality touches the heart.

norii au carnea bolnava, ei sînt singurii sfatuitori ai omului care m-ar fi putut iubi.Mîine si mai departe dementa...

One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph.

How many neighbors ignoring Jolly for her ignorance and bad luck could go down on their knees and save their kid from choking to death this afternoon while the world was going on outside in the sunshine?

Car horns honk way down on the street. Human life: honking, honking wanting everything to go our way.

God might never have wanted blacks to be hauled to this country as slaves, but now that we're here, I know for certain he wants the hatin' to stop. It's our job to make sure it happens, at least in our own hearts. I reckon those are the only ones we can really answer for.

A life built on others being denied freedom is not a life I would want. I don't stand with the ranks of the abolitionists, but neither can I support the institution of slavery.

You can't do people's thinkin' and feelin' for dem, Rose. Some folks you ain't neber gonna figure out—you just got to accept them where they be. Dere ain't no way to get inside a person's head and figure out what makes them be the way they be. You just got to accept them.

We are here," I said, "just to stagger on. To be nice to each other. To be kind. That's all there is to it. Life is," I went on, warming to my theme, "one big mystery. If you ask what it means you just waste time when you could be making someone else's life happier.

Love- the only human attribute that is indestructible by time, that is certain to survive time, if humanity itself survives.

Over the years I have developed a picture of what a human being living humanely is like. She is a person who understand, values and develops her body, finding it beautiful and useful; a person who is real and is willing to take risks, to be creative, to manifest competence, to change when the situation calls for it, and to find ways to accommodate to what is new and different, keeping that part of the old that is still useful and discarding what is not.

Boredom is the legitimate kingdom of the philanthropic.

Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art.

I read the book of Job last night, I don't think God comes out well in it.

It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.

Pero, en mi corta experiencia, los clientes estaban llenos de humanidad, de fragilidad, de angustia. Y eso, después, se te queda pegado como un remordimiento.