“Breathes there a man with soul so dead that it does not glow at the thought of what the men of his blood have done and suffered to make his country what it is? There is room, plenty of room, for proper pride of land and birth. What I inveigh against is a cursed spirit of intolerance, conceived in distrust and bred in ignorance, that makes the mental attitude perennially antagonistic, even bitterly antagonistic, to everything foreign, that subordinates everywhere the race to the nation, forgetting the higher claims of human brotherhood.” MenHumansDoeSoulCountryDoneSpiritNationsForgetRoomsRaceAttitudeBloodLandIgnoranceHe ManPrideBirthHigherClaimsBreathePlentyPatriotismBrotherhoodIntoleranceDistrustCursedSubordinatesMental Attitude Book:Aequanimitas, and Other Papers that Have Stood the Test of Time. [With an Introd. by Paul Dudley White] Source: Aequanimitas, and Other Papers that Have Stood the Test of Time. [With an Introd. by Paul Dudley White]
“What a position of transcendent horror must that be, where the perpetrator of a great crime, till then a stranger to positive guilt, finds himself suddenly cut off, and forever, from all human sympathy, isolated from hope, the tenant of a solitary cell, and with a wide, impassable gulf yawning between him and that great brotherhood of which he has ceased to be a part--no longer regarded as a man, but as a monster in the shape of one, from whom Mercy herself turns away, and for whom Pity even has no tears!” MenHumansTurnsForeverCuttingCrimePositionTearsHorrorShapesMercyGuiltStrangerWideMonstersPityCellsBrotherhoodIsolatedSolitaryTranscendentPerpetratorsTenantsYawning Author:Christian Nestell Bovee