The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Whoever is out of patience is out of possession of his soul. Men must not turn into bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.
You cannot kill time without injuring eternity.
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.
We kill because we are afraid of our own shadow, afraid that if we used a little common sense we'd have to admit that our glorious principles were wrong.
Time: That which people are always trying to kill, but which ends in killing them.
It isn’t a population that demands war… it is the leaders who demand war and who prepare the population for war… If there was a spontaneous urge to kill, why would we need a draft!
Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow creatures is amusing in itself.
Domestic policy can only lose elections. Foreign policy can kill us all.
As good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ.
The earth we abuse and the living things we kill will, in the end, take their revenge; for in exploiting their presence we are diminishing our future.
We've learned how to destroy, but not to create; how to waste, but not to build; how to kill men, but not how to save them; how to die, but seldom how to live.
The ideals men die for often become the prejudices their descendants kill for.
He that stabs another can kill his body; but he that stabs himself, kills his own soul.
We ignore the time that is open to us. We diminish ourselves by wishing time to pass.... We commonly conceive of time as something external to ourselves... something we can “spend,” “serve” or “kill.”
Concepts create idols; only wonder comprehends anything. People kill one another over idols. Wonder makes us fall to our knees.
The crash of the whole solar and stellar systems could only kill you once.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and o the sound of trumpets.