Quotes About Humanity

... what is great poetry, after all, but the continuation of the human voice after death?

Poetry, far more than fiction, reveals the soul of humanity.

In my opinion we learn nothing from history except the infinite variety of men's behaviour. We study it, as we listen to music or read poetry, for pleasure, not for instruction.

Poetry has been the guardian angel of humanity in all ages.

Poetry cannot take sides except with life.

Poetry is partly sympathy, don't you think? If it's any good, it gets people to think about others' points of view.

Language is so inherent to humanity, so necessary for even basic thinking, that stories and poetry are available to anyone who can process language.

Only poetry can measure the distance between ourselves and the Other.

Not philosophy, after all, not humanity, just sheer joyous power of song, is the primal thing in poetry.

Poetry is one of the most full ways of discovering what it feels like to be a human being in this particular moment, in this particular set of concerns. It's all about discovery.

Poetry -- even bad poetry -- may be our final hope.

I have tried to remember throughout that poetry is made by flesh-and-blood human beings. It is a bloody art. It lives on a human scale and thrives when it is passed from hand to hand.

Poetry is an art practiced with the terribly plastic material of human language.

Most of humanity gets by without reading novels or poetry, and no one would deny the richness of their thoughts.

Poetry is the universal possession of mankind, revealing itself everywhere, and at all times, in hundreds and hundreds of men.

Poetry is the art of understanding what it is to be alive.

Poetry is an art spoken, as if sung, in relation to other human beings.

Black Poetry is not for Black People...it is for everybody

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We are all just humans trying to survive in this crazy world, in the spaces between birth and death.

If everyone only gave a fraction of the compassion their hearts are capable of giving... how much suffering could we alleviate in this world?

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My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

If we would learn what the human race really is at bottom, we need only observe it in election times.