Quotes About Humanity

the world is a fine place, and worth fighting for

For we have been there in the books and out of the books—and where we go, if we are any good, there you can go as we have been. A country, finally, erodes and the dust blows away, the people all die and none of them were of any importance permanently, except those who practised the arts

Your nationality and your politics did not show when you were dead. Robert

They would hit a man in the water, if they were hungry, even if the man had no smell of fish blood nor of fish slime on him. "Ay," the old man said. "Galanos. Come on galanos.

The hardest thing in the world to do is to write straight honest prose on human beings. First you to know the subject; then you have to know how to write. Both take a lifetime to learn...

Are you less sad now?" Honest Lil asked "Yes." "Tell me, Tom. What are you sad about?" "El mundo entero." "Who isn't sad about the whole world? It goes worse all the time. But you can't spend your time being sad about that." "There isn't any law against it." "There doesn't have to be a law against things for them to be wrong.

Mai pensare che la guerra, anche se giustificata, non sia un crimine.

But, thank God, they are not as intelligent as we who kill them; although they are more noble and more able.

You have anything else eating you?" "Just in general." "How?" "Well I'm half crazy and you're half crazy and then we've got this crew of half saints and desperate men." "It isn't bad to be half saint and half desperate man.

I would not kill even a Bishop. I would not kill a proprietor of any kind. I would make them work each day as we have worked in the fields and as we work in the mountains with the timber, all of the rest of their lives. So they would see what man is born to. That they should sleep where we sleep. That they should eat as we eat. But above all that they should work. Thus they would learn.

You have killed? Robert Jordan asked. Yes. Several times. But not with pleasure. To me it is a sin to kill a man. Even fascists whom we must kill. Yet you have killed. Yes. And will again. But if I live later, I will try to live in such a way, doing no harm to any one, that it will be forgiven. By whom? Who knows? Since we do not have God here anymore, who forgives, I do not know.

For what are we born if not to aid one another? And to listen and say nothing is a cold enough aid.

When we have just seen the sky full of airplanes of a quantity to kill us back to our grandfathers and forward to all unborn grandsons including all cats, goats and bedbugs. Airplanes making a noise to curdle the milk in your mother's breasts as they pass over darkening the sky and roaring like lions and you ask me to take things seriously. I take them too seriously already.

In a war we must all be careful not to hurt each other's feelings.

The hardest thing in the world to do is to write straight honest prose on human beings.

Culture makes people understand each other better. And if they understand each other better in their soul, it is easier to overcome the economic and political barriers. But first they have to understand that their neighbour is, in the end, just like them, with the same problems, the same questions.

perhaps it is clear why a writer should be interested in the constant, bullying, murderous, slovenly crime of war.

Those men are not fascists, they are same people as us.

How many people will he feed, he thought. But are they worthy to eat him? No, of course not. There is no one worthy of eating him from the manner of his behaviour and his great dignity.

Az – bólintott Pablo. Valami furcsa neve volt. Ilyesmi. Mi van vele? – Áprilisban meghalt. – ElÅ'bb-utóbb mindenkire sor kerül morogta Pablo sötéten. – Így végezzük mi mindnyájan. – Minden ember így végzi – állapította meg Alselmo. – Eddig még mindenki így végezte.

Pero el ser humano no está hecho para la derrota —dijo—. Un hombre puede ser destruido, pero no derrotado.

a turtle's heart will beat for hours after he has been cut up and butchered. But the old man thought, I have such a heart too and my feet and hands are like theirs.

Pensé que todas las generaciones se pierden por algo y siempre se han perdido y siempre se perderán.

Can't you let a man die as comfortably as he can without calling him names?