#mankind

Among leaders who have made the greatest impact through ages, I would consider Muhammad before Jesus Christ. ↗

— James Gavin

#atheist #christ #christian #fair #gavin

Can anything be imagined so ridiculous, that this miserable and wretched creature [man], who is not so much as master of himself, but subject to the injuries of all things, should call himself master and emperor of the world, of which he has not power to know the least part, much less to command the whole? ↗

— Michel de Montaigne

#hubris #mankind #mastery #perspective #world

The whole work of man really seems to consist in nothing but proving to himself every minute that he is a man and not a piano key. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#mankind #life

Heaven is always there for us; but this life... this life is a gift to us. ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#human #life-and-living #living-life #mankind #life

Like officer Dave.He's never said much about his life, but I can tell he's scarred. And he knows I'm scarred too. The wounded always recognize the wounded. We can smell each other. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#mankind #life

Let us now yearn for the possibility of building a happiness in every heart. Let us now build inward a new world of hope, a world of limitless possibilities for the children of tomorrow, where each soul can reach the heights of their potential to love and to be loved. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#humankind #love #order #peace #possibility

They knew this—survival came at a price. Over the past few weeks they’d all survived a Bagger attack. Or two. Or three. They knew the consequences. Not everyone got out alive. They’d seen loved ones die. Even worse, some had watched the people they cared about turn on them. But as long as they stuck together in a group, they were still human. As long as they were human they were still alive. ↗

— Jeyn Roberts

#love

Malicious men may die, but malice never. ↗

— Molière

#mankind #men

Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#mankind #most #most powerful #powerful #used

the phantom of the man-who-would-understand, the lost brother, the twin --- for him did we leave our mothers, deny our sisters, over and over? did we invent him, conjure him over the charring log, nights, late, in the snowbound cabin did we dream or scry his face in the liquid embers, the man-who-would-dare-to-know-us? It was never the rapist: it was the brother, lost, the comrade/twin whose palm would bear a lifeline like our own: decisive, arrowy, forked-lightning of insatiate desire It was never the crude pestle, the blind ramrod we were after: merely a fellow-creature with natural resources equal to our own. ↗

— Adrienne Rich

#love #mankind #poetry #dreams