Quotes About Diversity

Here we find further argument for Gotagga's supposition that the world is round. How else could all men stand higher than their brothers?

The world is a circle that possesses as many centres as it does men.

Because how dare we write our own stories, in our own voices?' CaZZ answers. 'True that,' Tanya says. 'Banning our books would be their way of erasing us, of making us — and the world we live in — invisible,' CaZZ says.

When a nation starts to hug its own particularities to itself it is showing fear and it will soon cease having any characteristics worth saving.

I discover that waiting may be accomplished in divers ways. And stillness has many . . . appearances, as does warmth.

Just as the church needs members with different skills, our world must have various forms of labor, interdependent and thus valuable. A world full of ministers would be without churches, bread for the Lord's Supper, and printed Bibles to read.

When women are educated, the world is a better place.

Read. Read. Read. Just don't read one type of book. Read different books by various authors so that you develop different style.

Read. Read. Read. Just don't read one type of book. Read different books by various authors so that you develop different style.

four classes of people. They have been classified

It is not necessary that every mountain has a precious stone's mine, every elephants forehead is adorned with the mother of pearl, every place is inhabited by gentlemen and every forest contains sandalwood trees. In other words, this world is inhabited by people of different characteristics. We must, therefore, develop contacts only with gentlemen and superior persons. This will ensure fulfilment of the desired work.

Conséquence : il y avait, en 1919, une civilisation européenne, avec pour variante une culture américaine. Il y a, en 2017, une civilisation américaine, dont les cultures européennes semblent, avec toute leur diversité, au mieux, des variables d'ajustement, au pire, des réserves indigènes.

God is like a mirror. The mirror never changes, but everybody who looks at it sees something different.

Like all cities, Beirut has many layers, and I had been familiar with one or two. What I was introduced to that day with Ali and Kamal was the Beirut of its people. You take different groups, put them on top of each other, simmer for a thousand years, keep adding more and more strange tribes, simmer for another few thousand years, salt and pepper with religion, and what you get is a delightful mess of a stew that still tastes delectable and exotic, no matter how many times you partake of it.

Of course I received various permutations of the "Who will want to marry you if you read so much?" lecture, but I also had to endure the chilly "Don't try to be so different from normal people." Different from normal people? When I first heard that, I was sorely offended. I thought every person should live for art, not just me, and furthermore, why would I want to be normal? Why would I want to be stupid like everyone else?

At the heart of most antagonisms are irreconcilable similarities.

Never has my city been welcoming of the unpaired or the impaired.

Rarely was Arabic used for physics, chemistry, or mathematics in any of the schools of Beirut, whose main curriculum has always been community conformity. It seems that Arabic is not considered a language for logic. A joke that used to make the rounds when I was a child, probably still going strong: the definition of parallel lines in geometry textbooks in Saudi Arabia is two straight lines that never meet unless God in all His glory wills it.

The tendency in modern civilization is to make the world uniform... Let the mind be universal. The individual should not be sacrifice

In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

Neither the colourless vagueness of cosmopolitanism, nor the fierce self-idolatry of nation-worship, is the goal of human history.

India is there to unite all human races. Because of that reason in India we have not been given the unity of races.

O bosque seria muito triste se só cantassem os pássaros que cantam melhor.