‘…The moment you forget yourself enough to admit another’s humanity, see him as a person and not a symbol—then perhaps—’
‘What is humanity.’
‘You ask the obvious, ha, ha. Humanity is something to destroy.’
“If neither brass, nor marble, can withstand
The mortal force of Time’s destructive hand;
If mountains sink to vales, if cities die,
And less’ning rivers mourn their fountains dry;
When my old cassock, said a Welsh divine,
Is out at elbows, why should I repine?”
Jonathan Swift | “The Power of Time”