A mime is a terrible thing to waste.
Marcel MarceauRead
I was brought up in a Jewish home, but I was brought up to be human - not fanatical, which is something that I don't appreciate at all. I learned to become a humanist and not to dwell on the differences between Jews and Christians.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote emphasizes the importance of humanity over religious fanaticism and divisiveness.
Marcel Marceau reflects on his upbringing in a Jewish household, highlighting that his education focused more on humanism than on strict religious identity. He expresses disdain for fanaticism and advocates for understanding and unity among different faiths, specifically pointing out that one should not let religious differences divide them but rather embrace common human values.
Themes
HumanismToleranceReligionUnityUnderstanding
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about religious tolerance, this quote can be used to illustrate the value of common humanity.
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