Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

Our people are good people; our people are kind people. Pray God some day kind people won't all be poor.

No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself. What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can read only a few and those perhaps not accurately. A man is a lonely thing.

Strange how one person can saturate a room with vitality, with excitement. Then there are others, and this dame was one of them, who can drain off energy and joy, can suck pleasure dry and get no sustenance from it. Such people spread a grayness in the air about them.

... he learned that when people are very poor they still have something to give and the impulse to give it. He developed a love for poor people he could not have conceived if he had not been poor himself.

I love people so much I'm fit to bust, sometimes.

... you must not expect to find that people understand what they do.

I do not find illness an eminence, and I do not understand how people can use it to draw attention to themselves since the attention they draw is nearly always reluctantly given and unpleasantly carried out.

The comfortable people in tight houses felt pity at first, and then distaste, and finally hatred for the migrant people.