#hum

Play is a uniquely adaptive act, not subordinate to some other adaptive act, but with a special function of its own in human experience. ↗

— Johan Huizinga

#adaptive #experience #function #human #human experience

I love the art form of songwriting. I get to carry a lot of vibes to a lot of people. My songs are all about the human condition, and people will be able to find themselves in my songs. ↗

— Glenn Hughes

#about #art #art form #carry #condition

Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you. ↗

— Langston Hughes

#air #cleanse #cool #earth #like

History can predict nothing except that great changes in human relationships will never come about in the form in which they have been anticipated. ↗

— Johan Huizinga

#anticipated #been #changes #come #except

Systematic philosophical and practical anti-intellectualism such as we are witnessing appears to be something truly novel in the history of human culture. ↗

— Johan Huizinga

#culture #history #human #human culture #novel

I fully realize that the new organization is a human rather than a perfect instrumentality for the attainment of its great objective. As time goes on it will, I am sure, be improved. ↗

— Cordell Hull

#attainment #fully #goes #great #human

If you like pray like a praying mantis or fast like a faxing machine, if you have no faith, you are just wasting your time and energy. ↗

— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

#christian #coach #faith #goodreads-author #highrtlife

War seems to be one of the most salutary phenomena for the culture of human nature; and it is not without regret that I see it disappearing more and more from the scene. ↗

— Karl Wilhelm Von Humboldt

#disappearing #human #human nature #i #i see

If we glance at the most important revolutions in history, we see at once that the greatest number of these originated in the periodical revolutions on the human mind. ↗

— Wilhelm von Humboldt

#greatest #greatest number #history #human #human mind

You esteem this Penrose more than you do my lords bannermen. Why?” “He keeps faith.” “A misplaced faith in a dead usurper.” “Yes,” Davos admitted, “but still, he keeps faith.” “As those behind us do not?” Davos had come too far with Stannis to play coy now. “Last year they were Robert’s men. A moon ago they were Renly’s. This morning they are yours. Whose will they be on the morrow?” And Stannis laughed. A sudden gust, rough and full of scorn. “I told you, Melisandre,” he said to the red woman, “my Onion Knight tells me the truth.” “I see you know him well, Your Grace,” the red woman said. “Davos, I have missed you sorely,” the king said. “Aye, I have a tail of traitors, your nose does not deceive you. My lords bannermen are inconstant even in their treasons. I need them, but you should know how it sickens me to pardon such as these when I have punished better men for lesser crimes. You have every right to reproach me, Ser Davos.” “You reproach yourself more than I ever could, Your Grace. You must have these great lords to win your throne—” “Fingers and all, it seems.” Stannis smiled grimly. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#politics #faith