Big stories need human stakes.
Humanity is the virtue of a woman, generosity that of a man.
It is in literature that the concrete outlook of humanity receives its expression.
I like to try to make the characters I play be as human as possible.
Our culture is more shaped by the arts and humanities than it often is by politics.
For what human ill does not dawn seem to be an alleviation?
Time is simply the measurement of human progression against that of existence.
Love is the mortar that holds the human structure together.
There is nothing on earth divine except humanity.
For me, justice is the prime condition of humanity.
My work is focused on using data to tell stories and explore our common humanity.
Housework is work directly opposed to the possibility of human self-actualization.
The work on ants has profoundly affected the way I think about humans.
Every patient is a consumer, and every consumer is a potential patient. What NantWorks is doing is building the world the way Da Vinci saw it, and augmenting every frame a human being sees as they work, live and play.
...the Master and the boy followed each other as if drawn along the wires of some mechanism, until soon it could no longer be discerned which was coming and which going, which following and which leading, the old or the young man. Now it seemed to be...
Challenge a person's beliefs, and you challenge his dignity, standing, and power. And when those beliefs are based on nothing but faith, they are chronically fragile. No one gets upset about the belief that rocks fall down as opposed to up, because a...
No more light answers. Let our officers Have note what we purpose. I shall break The cause of our expedience to the Queen And get her leave to part. For not alone The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Do strongly speak to us, but the letters...
Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey 'people.' People say different things: so do instincts. Our instincts are at war. If it is held that the instinct for preserving the species should always be obeyed at the expense of other instin...
Often I felt that these men were play-acting: the unreality of their role was their security, even their own destinies were to them saga and folk-tale rather than a private matter; these were men under a spell, men who had been turned into birds or e...
Perhaps it was that I wanted to see what I had learned, what I had read, what I had imagined, that I would never be able to see the city of London without seeing it through the overarching scrim of every description of it I had read before. When I tu...
Although claiming my true identity as a child of God, I still live as though the God to whom I am returning demands an explanation. I still think about his love as conditional and about home as a place I am not yet fully sure of. While walking home, ...
