I detect more good than evil in humanity._x000D_ _x000D_ Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes,_x000D_ _x000D_ And men grow better as the world grows old.
Interpretation
This quote expresses an optimistic view of humanity, suggesting that love and goodness prevail over hate and negativity.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox's quote reflects a hopeful perspective on human nature, emphasizing that love has a greater impact than hate. It suggests that as society progresses, individuals improve, and the overall goodness in humanity shines brighter than any evil, reinforcing the idea that compassion and kindness foster positive change in the world.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a motivational speech to inspire an audience about the power of love and kindness.
Sweep up the debris of decaying faith; _x000D_ Sweep down the cobwebs of worn-out out beliefs, _x000D_ And throw your soul wide open to the light of reason and of knowledge. _x000D_ Be not afraid _x000D_ To thrust aside half-truths and grasp the whole.
I am the voice of the voiceless; Through me the dumb shall speak. Till the deaf world's ears be made to hear. The wrongs of the wordless weak. And I am my brothers keeper, And I will fight his fights; And speak the words for beast and bird. Till the world shall set things right.
A weed is but an unloved flower.
So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.
'Tis easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows along like a song; But the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong.
Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day, just to scatter seeds of kindness as you pass along the way. . . .
To be is to be perceived (Esse est percipi)." Or, "If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?
Woodcutter. Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment of being without fruit. Why was I born among mirrors? Day goes round and round me. The night copies me in all its stars. I want to live without my reflection. And then let me dream that ants and thistledown are my leaves and my parrots.
What exactly is it that humans do that is specifically human? There has to be something. How odd it is for billions of people to be alive, yet not one of them is really quite sure of what makes people people.
Africa for the Africans... at home and abroad!
Monks are not expected to speak about themselves; the message is important, not the person.
Before, I wandered as a diversion. Now I wander seriously and sit and read as a diversion.
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