It is unbelievable the amount of hate the human body can sustain before it begins to break.
...women have done strange things; they are a far greater puzzle to the student of human nature than the sterner, less complex sex has ever been.
But these few are the salt of the earth; without them, human life would become a stagnant pool. Not only is it they who introduce good things which did not before exist, it is they who keep the life in those which already existed.
When we are lonely we not only react more intensely to the negatives; we also experience less of a soothing uplift from the positives.
To love another another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection , it is a magnificent task...tremendous and foolish and human.
We become increasingly aware that the human dream, the human drama, with all its questionable, damaging, and often malevolent intention is not real life at all.
To begin cooking duck at one in the morning is one of the finest acts of madness that can be undertaken by a human being who is not mad.
Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are done, we recognize one thing: that the human race has been badly manhandled, but that it has moved forward.
Leadership is a dynamic process that expresses our skill, our aspirations, and our essence as human beings.
All I know is that I shall be alone again. There is nothing more terrible than to be alone among human beings.
I would have chosen any other than this for my prison. A rhinoceros is as ugly as a human being, and it too is going to die, but at least it never thinks that it is beautiful.
The new information technology, indifferent to human suffering, does not accommodate humane needs unless we harness it and make it do so.
I have a dream, humans were part of aliens on earth. I also dream, that some humans are really indigenous.
Death is the privilege of human nature And life without it were not worth our taking Thither the poor, the unfortunate, and Mourner Fly for relief & lay their burdens down.
An artist can respect the backfield of fact before which every human being stands and choose not to address those facts.
Of course I remember you." My voice is a strangled whisper. I squeeze my eyes shut. "You were the only one who ever looked at me like a human being.
- You get more misanthropic every day. - I get older every day. My experience of human nature gets wider and deeper.
It’s my belief that animals can help a human being travel to the wounds of childhood. The best part is, once you go there, you can fix things. Get on with life.
A voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used, to utter fully human speech as possible. Powerlessness and silence go together.
A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really..."Do the stars gaze back?" Now, that's a question.
A human being needs only a small plot of ground on which to be happy, and even less to lie beneath.
