Quotes about Humanity

This is what God did in the Incarnation. Being became a being, the Subject became an object, God became a man, I AM became a He.

Our feelings of sympathy do not embrace all of humanity in equal measure. Some human beings matter to us. We care intensely about their well-being. Others do not matter very much, and still others do not matter at all. This is a hard saying, and may be difficult to accept but it is obviously and undeniably true.

Violence has followed our species every step of the way in its long journey through time.

Science is a tool, and if we were an esentially kind and peaceful species, it would not occur to us to use this tool for destructive purposes.

We are all the same inside. We have the same heartaches and joys, the same fears and ambitions. Money doesn't change who we are.

Justice this side of heaven is a myth. It's not our job anyway. Real justice belongs to God.

Wisdom, compassion, and courage are the three universally recognized moral qualities of men.

War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.

Mama's love had always been the kind that acted itself out with soup pot and sewing basket. But now that these things were taken away, the love seemed as whole as before. She sat in her chair at the window and loved us. She loved the people she saw in the street-- and beyond: her love took in the city, the land of Holland, the world. And so I learned that love is larger than the walls which shut it in.

Surely there is no more wretched sight that the human body unloved and uncared for.

The Gestapo chief leaned forward. I'd like to send you home, old fellow," he said. "I'll take your word that you won't cause any more trouble." I could not see father's face, only the erect carriage of his shoulders and the halo of white hair above them. But I heard his answer. "If I go home today," he said evenly and clearly, "tomorrow I will open my door again to any man in need who knocks.

Young and old, poor and rich, scholarly gentlemen and illiterate servant girls—only to Father did it seem that they were all alike. That was Father's secret: not that he overlooked the differences in people; that he didn't know they were there.