|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Love, hope, fear, faiththese make humanity;|
These are its sign and note and character.
Robert BrowningParacelsus. Sc. 3.
|An inadvertent step may crush the snail|
That crawls at evening in the public path.
But he that has humanity, forewarned,
Will turn aside and let the reptile live.
CowperTask. Bk. VI.
|Wen you see a man in woe,|
Walk right up and say hullo.
Say hullo and how dye do,
Hows the world a-usin you?
. . . . .
Wen you travel through the strange
Country tother side the range,
Then the souls youve cheered will know
Who you be, an say hullo.
Sam Walter FossHullo.
|He held his seat; a friend to human race.|
HomerIliad. Bk. VI. L. 18. Popes trans.
|Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.|
HomerOdyssey. Bk. IX. L. 338. Popes trans.
|Over the brink of it|
Picture itthink of it,
Lave in itdrink of it
Then, if you can.
HoodBridge of Sighs.
|Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,|
And flesh and blood so cheap!
HoodSong of a Shirt.
|For He, who gave this vast machine to roll,|
Breathed Life in them, in us a Reasoning Soul;
That kindred feelings might our state improve,
And mutual wants conduct to mutual love.
JuvenalSatire XV. L. 203.
|Every human heart is human.|
LongfellowHiaivallia. Introduction. L. 91.
|Laborin man an laborin woman|
Hev one glory an one shame;
Evythin thets done inhuman
Injers all on em the same.
LowellThe Biglow Papers. First Series. No. 1. St. 10.
| It is good to be often reminded of the inconsistency of human nature, and to learn to look without wonder or disgust on the weaknesses which are found in the strongest minds.|
|For nothing human foreign was to him.|
ThomsonTo the Memory of Lord Talbot. Translation of Humani nihil a me alienum puto.
| For the interesting and inspiring thing about America, gentlemen, is that she asks nothing for herself except what she has a right to ask for humanity itself.|
Woodrow WilsonSpeech, at the luncheon of the Mayor of New York, May 17, 1915.
|Never to blend our pleasure or our pride|
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
WordsworthHart-leap Well. Pt. II.
| But hearing oftentimes|
The still, sad music of humanity.