There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.
They are few in the midst of an overwhelming mass of brute force, and their submission is wisdom; but for a nation like England to submit to be robbed by any invader who chooses to visit her shores seemed to me to be nonsense.
Not brute force but only persuasion and faith are the kings of this world.
Man is a living duty, a depository of powers that he must not leave in a brute state. Man is a wing.
Brute animals have the vowel sounds; man only can utter consonants.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
Speak the truth, and all things alive or brute are vouchers, and the very roots of the grass underground there, do seem to stir and move to bear you witness.
He that can live alone resembles the brute beast in nothing, the sage in much, and God in everything.
Man’s nature is not essentially evil. Brute nature has been known to yield to the influence of love. You must never despair of human nature.
I would heartily welcome the union of East and West provided it is not based on brute force.