Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.
When all is said and done, friendship is the only trustworthy fabric of the affections. So-called LOVE is a delirious inhuman state of mind: when hot it substitutes indulgence for fair play; when cold it is cruel, but friendship is warmth in cold, firm ground in a bog.
Well: the day is a poem but too much Like one of Jeffers's, crusted with blood and barbaric omens Painful to excess, inhuman as a hawk's cry.
It is as inhuman to be totally good as it is to be totally evil.
I think it's ultimately inhuman to only see things for their functionality. We want things to be more than that. The desire for beauty is something that's in us, and it's not trivial.
Because I am an inhuman monster, I tend to be logical.
One shouldn't be afraid of the humans. Well, I am not afraid of the humans, but of what is inhuman in them.
To exult over the miseries of an unhappy creature is inhuman.
They (the novelists) became the voice of the citizen against the ubiquitous raison d'état, which reappeared endlessly to justify everything from unjust laws and the use of child labour to incompetent generalship and inhuman conditions on warships. The themes they popularized have gradually turned into the laws which, for all their flaws, have improved the state of man.
Just because people think politically different to you doesn't mean they're inhuman.
Apparently there is nothing in the news that falls between inhuman acts of horror and kittens.
Killing a cop just because he's a cop, that'll happen. And that should happen. And there's nothing inhuman about it at all. It's survival. It's the most human thing in the world.
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.
The corruption of people is to behave in an inhuman way.
There is nothing inhuman, evil, or irrational which does not give some comfort, provided it is shared by a group.
Amid the stillness of the night, in the depths of the ravine, from the direction in which the corpses lay suddenly resounded a kind of inhuman, frightful laughter in which quivered despair, and joy, and cruelty, and suffering, and pain, and sobbing, and derision; the heart-rending and spasmodic laughter of the insane or condemned.
Then once you get people locked up, it's an incredibly inhuman system.
Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food. Gone are the civilized beings who talk of manners and journeys and letters; in their places are two bodies straining to give birth to a burst of inhuman pleasure followed by a great, floating nothingness. An explosion of life followed by death - in this we live, and in this we foreshadow our own sweet deaths.
That's just a part of being an artist: you can't write great stuff all the time, because if you did, then you'd be inhuman. The human side of people is that sometimes they fail.
What is called politics is comparatively something so superficial and inhuman, that practically I have never fairly recognized that it concerns me at all.
