Humanity and Solidarity

The Caribbean was borne like an elliptical basin in the hands of acolytes, and a people were absolved of a history which they did not commit.

I chose my black people struggling, my country people, all country people, in the world.

When one treats people with benevolence, justice, and righteousness, and reposes confidence in them, the army will be united in mind and all will be happy to serve their leaders.

We wear the cape of civilization But our souls live in the stone age.

In the dust where we have buried the silent races and their abominations we have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

I think the king is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.

 

But far more numerous was the herd of such

Why, Tom, we’re the people that live. They ain’t gonna wipe us out. Why, we’re the people—we go on.

Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others, cannot keep it from themselves.

Man as an individual is a genius. But men in the mass form the Headless Monster, a great, brutish idiot that goes where prodded.

For though I do not ask for aid, we need it. J. R. R.

 

A man said to the universe: “Sir, I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.”

Don’t join too many gangs. Join few if any. Join the United States and join the family— But not much in between unless a college.

Nam tua res agitur, paries cum proximus ardet.

America was promises… It was Man who had been promised.

 

No doubt the nearness of death and the brotherhood of men-at-arms, at whatever time and in whatever country, always produces an atmosphere favorable to the extraordinary, to all that rises above the human condition and breaks the circle of solitude that surrounds each one of us.

With what you don't know about me, I could just about fill the Grand Canyon.

Joy, thou spark from Heav’n immortal, Daughter of Elysium! Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing Goddess, to thy shrine we come. Thy sweet magic brings together What stern Custom spreads afar; All men become brothers Where thy happy wing-beats are. 1

 

Let observation with extensive view Survey mankind, from China to Peru. 2

All men have an instinct for conflict: at least, all healthy men.

The human baby . . . is a mosaic of animal and angel.

One great society alone on Earth,

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,

 

All men are by nature equal, made all of the same earth by one Workman; and however we deceive ourselves, as dear unto God is the poor peasant as the mighty prince.