The only good human being is a dead one.
Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.
You can love a person dear to you with a human love, but an enemy can only be loved with divine love.
When a human soul draws its first furrow straight, the rest will follow surely.
What we humans think we know is nothing compared to what we need to believe to numb the fear and pain.
We’re all human, aren’t we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.
We may brave human laws, but we cannot resist natural ones.
We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane.[Kilgore Trout’s epitaph]
To err is human, to forgive is divine.
This inhuman place makes human monsters.[repeated often in the rest of the book]
There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast.
The world wasn’t built for humans, we were built for the world.
