I'm obsessed with being human.
Wrinkles happen to human beings.
The human race is governed by its imagination.
It's human nature to wonder.
I'm an advocate of human nature.
Human nature is what Heaven supplies.
I'm only a human being.
As a human being, I'm work in process.
Real arms races are run by highly intelligent, bespectacled engineers in glass offices thoughtfully designing shiny weapons on modern computers. But there's no thinking in the mud and cold of nature's trenches. At best, weapons thrown together amidst...
In communities, at work, but particularly in families, people are put together in something like a three-legged race. God means us to cross the finish line together, and all the other people tied together with us play some part in our progress. They ...
White Americans have contented themselves with gestures that are now described as "tokenism". For hard example, white Americans congratulate themselves on the 1954 Supreme Court decision outlawing segregation in the schools; they suppose, in spite of...
One of the most remarkable contributions of humans to the world is our capacity for ideas.
The inventions of microscopy and telescopy shattered the boundaries of ordinary human perception and fueled the scientific revolution.
Angels and demons are shaped by humans. Even god is shaped by humanity. Who you are has been codified by the humans around you… family, friends, and even enemies.
The most amazing mechanism in the known universe is the human brain; it takes in information all the time then uses it, all of which is happening, of course, without human knowledge. Typical…
It is a great mystery that though the human heart longs for Truth, in which alone it finds liberation and delight, the first reaction of human beings to Truth is one of hostility and fear!
I know there's a proverb which that says 'To err is human,' but a human error is nothing to what a computer can do if it tries.
All of the great writers and sages we are so quick to quote have simply given their interpretation of what it means to be human.
It is of the dubious inevitable side of human nature—like gold teeth and tinned salmon and bastard lacy valentines
It is difficult to put words to the smell of decomposing human. It is dense and cloying, sweet but not flower-sweet. Halfway between rotting fruit and rotting meat.
Struggle strengthens the human bond and lightens the burden of the human condition.
