Strange how blind people are! They are horrified by the torture chambers of the Middle Ages, but their arsenals fill them with pride!
Bertha Von SuttnerRead
After the verb 'to Love', 'to Help' is the most beautiful verb in the world.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Helping others is a noble and beautiful act, second only to loving them.
This quote emphasizes the importance of helping others as a profound expression of our humanity. While love is often considered the highest virtue, the act of helping others reflects a deep compassion and kindness that enriches not only those we assist but also ourselves and our communities.
Themes
LoveHelpKindnessCompassionHumanity
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a speech about community service to inspire others to help those in need.
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All quotes →I wanted to be of service to the Peace League, and how could I better do so than by trying to write a book which should propagate its ideas? And I could do it most effectively, I thought, in the form of a story.
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How can justice be attained when, in the expiation of an old wrong, another wrong is to be committed? No reasonable creature would conceive of the idea of obliterating ink stains with ink, or spots of oil with oil. Only blood must be washed out with blood.
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I am quite sure that from America will come the greatest help for the cause of peace, and I consider it my duty to inform the people of Europe as to the feelings and intentions of the friends of peace in Europe.
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The stars of eternal truth and right have always shone in the firmament of human understanding. The process of bringing them down to earth, remolding them into practical forms, imbuing them with vitality, and then making use of them, has been a long one.
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