When an individual is protesting society’s refusal to acknowledge his dignity as a human being, his very act of protest confers dignity on him.
The human person, whose definition serves as the touchstone according to which good must be distinguished from evil, is considered as sacred, in what one might call the ritual sense of the word. It has something of that transcendental majesty which the churches of all times have given to their Gods.
Like bones to the human body, the axle to the wheel, the wing to the bird, and the air to the wing, so is liberty the essence of life. Whatever is done without it is imperfect.
Neither sex, without some fertilization of the complimentary characters of the other, is capable of the highest reaches of human endeavor.
I am disturbed by how states abuse laws on Internet access. I am concerned that surveillance programmes are becoming too aggressive. I understand that national security and criminal activity may justify some exceptional and narrowly-tailored use of surveillance. But that is all the more reason to safeguard human rights and fundamental freedoms.
Our work for human dignity is often lonely, and almost always an uphill climb. At times, our efforts are misunderstood, and we are mistaken for the enemy. There has been a clear erosion of respect for U.N. blue and our impartiality.
The greatest discovery of my generation is that a human being can alter his life by altering his attitudes.
I wanted to fight in the Iraq war because I felt like I had an obligation as a human being to help free people from oppression.
The human voice deployed to recite the Vedas and later aid the temple dancers was paramount before any instruments emerged.
Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.