Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.

He held his seat; a friend to human race.

He held his seat; a friend to human race.

Humanism, it seems, is almost impossible in America where material progress is part of the national romance whereas in Europe read more

Humanism, it seems, is almost impossible in America where material progress is part of the national romance whereas in Europe such progress is relished because it feels nice.

Every human heart is human.

Every human heart is human.

Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable read more

Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect, only once in this way, and never again.

For nothing human foreign was to him.

For nothing human foreign was to him.

Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?

Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?

W'en you see a man in woe,
Walk right up and say "hullo."
Say "hullo" and "how read more

W'en you see a man in woe,
Walk right up and say "hullo."
Say "hullo" and "how d'ye do,"
"How's the world a-usin' you?"
. . . .
W'en you travel through the strange
Country t'other side the range,
Then the souls you've cheered will know
Who you be, an' say "hullo."

To err is human - but it feels divine

To err is human - but it feels divine