Brotherhood Of Man Quotes
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One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
No culture can live if it attempts to be exclusive.
If you do not care for each other, who will care for you?
If you love God, you can't love only some of his children.
I am a citizen, not of Athens or Greece, but of the world.
The tears of the red, yellow, black, brown and white man are all the same.
We are all in the same boat in a stormy sea, and we owe each other a terrible loyalty.
The universal brotherhood of man is our most precious possession, what there is of it.
In recognizing the humanity of our fellow beings, we pay ourselves the highest tribute.
I wish people would love everybody else the way they love me. It would be a better world.
Once we realize we are all members of humanity, we will want to compete in the spirit of love.
Love is creative, understanding goodwill for all men. It is the refusal to defeat any individual.
I look upon the whole world as my fatherland, and every war has to me the horror of a family feud.
Let us always pray for us, one for the other; let us pray for the whole world, so that there may be a great fraternity.
All humanity is one undivided and indivisible family, and each one of us is responsible for the misdeeds of all the others.
At no other moment in history has humanity had the possibility, as it does now, of building a plural, unified world community.
I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see. I sought my God, but my God eluded me. I sought my brother, and found all three.
COMMON GROUND There's matter for reflection in one's fellow-men's inanity: it strengthens one's conviction of belonging to humanity.
We ought to think that we are one of the leaves of a tree, and the tree is all humanity. We cannot live without the others, without the tree.
I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.
Until the great mass of the people shall be filled with the sense of responsibility for each other's welfare, social justice can never be attained.
It was hard enough to discover that I was a child of God, but to understand that the bigot and the murderer were also children of God was an even more difficult journey.
The real problem is that through our scientific genius we've made of the world a neighborhood, but through our moral and spiritual genius we've failed to make of it a brotherhood.
I look upon the whole world as my fatherland, and every war has to me a horror of a family feud. I look upon true patriotism as the brotherhood of man and the service of all to all.
We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
Civilization is a process whose purpose is to combine single human individuals, and after that families, and then races, peoples and nations, into one great unity, the unity of mankind.
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.
Our young must be taught that racial peculiarities do exist, but that beneath the skin, beyond the differing features, and into the true heart of being, fundamentally, we are more alike, my friend, than we are unalike.
A hundred times a day I remind myself that my inner and outer life depend on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the measure as I have received and am still receiving.
Each one of us has lived through some devastation, some loneliness, some weather superstorm or spiritual superstorm; when we look at each other we must say, I understand. I understand how you feel because I have been there myself.
Men hate each other because they fear each other; they fear each other because they don't know each other; they don't know each other because they can't communicate with each other; they can't communicate with each other because they are separated from each other.
The question of truth is really a question of memory, deep memory, for it deals with something prior to ourselves and can succeed in uniting us in a way that transcends our petty and limited individual consciousness. It is a question about the origin of all that is, in whose light we can glimpse the goal and thus the meaning of our common path.
How does one hate a country, or love one? Tibe talks about it; I lack the trick of it. I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry?
There is one armour that the world of men and women, as a world, has never yet put on. The churches have long bungled with its fastenings, but the world has gone unfended, and few have been those in whose hands the mystical sword of the spirit has shone with daily use. This armour, waiting to be worn, is the armour of brotherhood and sacrifice, the world of unselfishness, a conquering sword, with the power, where used, to unite the world in love. And there are none who may not put it on.
A human being is part of the whole, called by us 'Universe', a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest—a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole [of] nature in its beauty.