Quotes About Humanity

Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others…

I treated women as human beings, which is of course fatal.

Eisenhower started his presidency on this same note, with a plea to avoid what he called the "burden of arms. . . . Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.

We all scream because we are alive.

Presidents could be fickle and arbitrary. Each new one with wildly different visions and priorities. And when all was said and done, they were nothing more than civilians who managed to get donors excited enough to give them money, and then win a popularity contest. They weren't the smartest or best trained that humanity had to offer, and they didn't have the best judgment. The truly brilliant, truly gifted, wanted little to do with politics.

And while humanity is still barbaric in many ways, we've come a long way since Nazi Germany.

Some of your human religious philosophers have conjectured that the need for external stimulation is the very reason God created the universe, and humanity, in the first place. To have a purpose. To combat loneliness. To ensure there is something that exists outside of itself.

We all come from an uninterrupted line of humanity's winners. Like gunfighters in the Old West, just being alive means that you're undefeated.

Wortzman displayed Nietzsche's words to remind him of the need to cling to his own humanity as tightly as he could, despite the temptations to do otherwise. He turned toward them now, re-reading them as he had done on so many occasions. Battle not with monsters, Lest ye become a monster. And if you gaze into the abyss, The abyss gazes back into you.

Hall shook his head. "Humanity," he said sadly. "Sometimes it's really hard to be a fan.

For the greater good?" screamed Ashley through her tears,

because if she were no longer truly human, how could she judge his humanity?

swaths of humanity. That just below the surface of human kindness was a seething pool of unfathomable ruthlessness and cruelty, unequaled in the animal kingdom.

I am become death, the destroyer of worlds." —J. Robert Oppenheimer, father of the atomic bomb upon seeing the first test detonation (quoting from Hindu scripture)

terrified me to realize just how easy it was for mass delusion to overtake large swaths of humanity. That just below the surface of human kindness was a seething pool of unfathomable ruthlessness and cruelty, unequaled in the animal kingdom.

There are two portals from Earth leading to worlds on which humanity has gone extinct. We propose that we gradually relocate ourselves to one of these worlds. To a pristine, unspoiled planet, with unlimited natural resources that have never been tapped. For ease of discussion, we'll call this planet Haven.

If anything was universally accepted as the hallmark of humanity, it was the insatiable curiosity at the heart of the species. But would this insatiable curiosity cost them everything?

They weren't the smartest or best trained that humanity had to offer, and they didn't have the best judgment. The truly brilliant, truly gifted, wanted little to do with politics.

Maybe it would be well understood in this far future time that resilience, determination, refusal to accept defeat, and ability to bounce back from tragedy were the hallmarks of the human condition.

And when all was said and done, they were nothing more than civilians who managed to get donors excited enough to give them money, and then win a popularity contest. They weren't the smartest or best trained that humanity had to offer, and they didn't have the best judgment. The truly brilliant, truly gifted, wanted little to do with politics.

It terrified me to realize just how easy it was for mass delusion to overtake large swaths of humanity. That just below the surface of human kindness was a seething pool of unfathomable ruthlessness and cruelty, unequaled in the animal kingdom.

the ocean continued to slam angrily into the cliff wall far below as if raging against the audacity of our barbaric species.

The purpose of consciousness—any consciousness—was to achieve infinite comprehension. It was as simple as that. If a God existed, humanity must strive to discover this God and help this deity become omniscient, not just in one infinity, but in an infinity of infinities.

Then we don't deserve to be preserved,