Quotes About Humanity

Every human being on earth. It's difficult to understand. That people can hurt each other. When they have been so small and helpless. Every single rapist and football bully and suicide bomber and pedophile has been so small and depended. Of milk and love.

Hij schijnt hiermee bedoeld te hebben dat scherpzinnigheid en spiritualiteit de mens niet door een hoger wezen geschonken waren, maar dat ze door onze levenservaringen worden gevormd. Het was de plicht jegens de naaste, die zin aan alles verleende en die een innerlijke tevredenheid teweegbracht, die het leven zin gaf en de handelingen van de mens diende te bepalen

Everybody talks about genocides around the world, but when the killing is slow and spread over a hundred years, no one notices. Where there are no mass graves, no one notices. American outrage is always for show. It has a shelf life.

Why are people so fucked up?" I asked "Maybe you do need college, Poiter," Everett said. "You want to know why people are so fucked up? Son, that's about the only question I can answer with even a small measure of authority. It's because they're people. People, my friend, are worse than anybody.

Man, who wert once a despot and a slave;A dupe and a deceiver; a decay;A traveler from the cradle to the graveThrough the dim light of this immortal day.

A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.

A man, to be greatly good, must magine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and in many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.

Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.

War, waged from whatever motive, extinguishes the sentiment of reason and justice in the mind.

Can man be free if women be a slave?

Among the haunts of humankind, hard-featured men, or with proud, angry looks, or cold, staid gait, or false and hollow smiles, or the dull sneer of self-loved ignorance, or other such foul masks, with which ill thoughts hide that fair being whom we spirits call man.

Hate, disdain, or fear, self-love or self-contempt, on human brows no more inscribed, as o'er the gate of hell, 'All hope abandon ye who enter here.

Alas! this is not what I thought life was. I knew that there were crimes and evil men, Misery and hate; nor did I hope to pass Untouched by suffering, through the rugged glen. In mine own heart I saw as in a glass The hearts of others ... And when I went among my kind, with triple brass Of calm endurance my weak breast I armed, To bear scorn, fear, and hate, a woeful mass!

The cultivation of poetry is never more to be desired than at periods when, from an excess of the selfish and calculating principle, the accumulation of the materials of external life exceed the quantity of the power of assimilating them to the internal laws of human nature. The

How much longer will man continue to pimp for the gluttony of death, his most insidious, implacable, and eternal foe?

Poetry, in a general sense, may be defined to be 'the expression of the imagination': and poetry is connate with the origin of man.

Man resembles no carnivorous animal.

There 's not one atom of yon earth But once was living man; Nor the minutest drop of rain, That hangeth in its thinnest cloud, But flowed in human veins;

A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own. The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

History is a cyclic poem written by Time upon the memories of Man!

El motor último del capitalismo no es, por tanto, la sed de ganancia ni ningún otro deseo humano, sino el desarrollo en cuanto entropía negativa. "El desarrollo no es un invento de los seres humanos. Los seres humanos son un invento del desarrollo" [Lyotard "Une fable postmoderne", en Moralités postmodernes pp. 86-87]

Start a conversation with someone with whom you have "nothing in common" and no possibility of scoring with, networking with, or even seeing again. In other words, a conversation just for the civilized hell of it.

Reading is one of the important part of being a person.

To express nostalgia for a childhood we no longer share is to deny the actual significance and humanity of children.