I have learned to find happiness not by possessing wealth and splendor but by giving it away for mankind.

Mankind has become so much one family that we cannot insure our own prosperity except by insuring that of everyone else.

To think ill of mankind, and not wish ill to them, is perhaps the highest wisdom and virtue.

Mankind are earthen jugs with spirits in them.

There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.

All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good.

Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.

We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.

What is man? Ally of God or simply his toy? His triumph or his fall?

We should expect the best and the worst from mankind, as from the weather.

Man is physically as well as metaphysically a thing of shreds and patches, borrowed unequally from good and bad ancestors, and a misfit from the start.

The majority of mankind is lazyminded, incurious, absorbed in vanities, and tepid in emotion, and is therefore incapable of either much doubt or much faith.

Man is a singular creature. He has a set of gifts which make him unique among the animals: so that, unlike them, he is not a figure in the landscape-he is a shaper of the landscape.

Man is unique not because he does science, and he is unique not because he does art, but because science and art equally are expressions of his marvelous plasticity of mind.

Is a man a salvage at heart, skinned o'er with fragile Manners? Or is salvagery but a faint taint in the natural man's gentility, which erupts now and again like pimples on an angel's arse?

Not in innocence, and not in Asia, was mankind born. The home of our fathers was that African highland reaching north from the Cape to the Lakes of the Nile. Here we came about-slowly, ever so slowly-on a sky-swept savannah glowing with menace.

Every man carries the entire form of human condition.

Man is the only one in whom the instinct of life falters long enough to enable it to ask the question Why?

What if I am, in some way, only a sophisticated fire that has acquired an ability to regulate its rate of combustion and to hoard its fuel in order to see and walk?

Men are but children of a larger growth.