Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn. Man was made to Mourn.

God's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn.

I am constantly amazed by man's inhumanity to man.

Man's inhumanity to man will continue as long as man loves God more than he loves his fellow man.

Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself
Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!

The frail, narrow, fantastic character of human sympathy is the most mournful fact in human nature. 'Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn,' and his inhumanity to not-men makes the planet a ball of pain and terror.

Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.

Poor man. Poor mankind.

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;

Cursed is the man, and void of law and right,
Unworthy property, unworthy light,
Unfit for public rule, or private care,
That wretch, that monster, that delights in war:
Whose lust is murder, and whose horrid joy
To tear his country, and his kind destroy!

For Mercy has a human heart;
Pity, a human face;
And Love, the human form divine:
And Peace the human dress.

Songs of Innocence

Cruelty has a human heart
And jealousy a human face,
Terror the human form divine,
And secrecy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace seal'd,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

When man was in the world a wide-eyed boy,
And clouds of sorrow crossed his sky of joy
To scatter dewdrops on the buds of May.
Then could he work and love and fight and pray,
Nor heartsick grow in fortune's long employ.
Mighty to build and ruthless to destroy
He lived, while masked death unquestioned lay.
Now ponder we the ruins of the years,
And groan beneath the weight of boasted gain;
No unsung bacchanal can charm our ears
And lead our dances to the woodland fane,
No hope of heaven sweeten our few tears
And hush the importunity of pain.

Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering...