Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
Human speech is a cracked cauldron on which we knock out tunes for dancing bears, when we wish to conjure pity from the stars.
Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.
It is vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility; they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.
On the whole, human beings want to be good, but not too good, and not quite all the time.
When it comes to the pinch, human beings are heroic.
The human mind delights in grand conceptions of supernatural beings.
There comes a pause, for human strength will not endure to dance without cessation; and everyone must reach the point at length of absolute prostration.
As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me.
The perfect human being is all human beings put together, it is a collective, it is all of us together that make perfection.
One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.
Association with human beings lures one into self-observation.
It is by suffering that human beings become angels.
It is highly probable that the fortifications of inhabited places began by being magical defenses; for fortifications - tenches, labyrinths, ramparts, etc - were designed rather to repel invasions by demons and the souls of the dead than attacks by human beings.
What constitutes a real, live human being is more of a mystery than ever these days, and men each one of whom is a valuable, unique experiment on the part of nature are shot down wholesale.
Many people genuinely do not want to be saints, and it is probable that some who achieve or aspire to sainthood have never felt much temptation to be human beings.
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.
The indestructible is one: it is each individual human being and, at the same time, it is common to all, hence the incomparably indivisible union that exists between human beings.
When it comes to controlling human beings, there is no better instrument than lies. Because you see, humans live by beliefs. And beliefs can be manipulated. The power to manipulate beliefs is the only thing that counts.
Human beings are co-partners with deity in the project of being. This is the basis of all magic.
It's such an act of optimism to get through a day and enjoy it and laugh and do all that without thinking about death. What spirit human beings have!
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery.
Every music - except dance music, which is for dancing, I suppose - is for the spirit of the human being, and not for the body.