Human Decline Quotes

Why is it so painful to watch a person sink? Because there is something unnatural in it, for nature demands personal progress, evolution, and every backward step means wasted energy.

I hate pork rinds. I couldn't imagine how anybody would ever get the idea of taking skin from a pig and frying it and then trying to sell it to people. And then people actually buy it to eat it. That is the true sign of the decline of the human race.

The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day.

Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,- Such men as live in these degenerate days.

Man is a degeneration of what he was.

Without war, inferior and decaying races would easily choke the growth of the healthy ... and human decadence would follow.

Fitzgerald said a very interesting thing in his diary; that human life proceeds from the good to the less good - that is, it's always worse as you go on. That's true.

We start to decline as humans and, particularly, as athletes right around 25 years old. If you're real lucky, you might push that to 27 or 28.

In civilization, as in a southern latitude, man degenerates at length, and yields to the incursion of more northern tribes.

But in all despotic governments, though a particular prince may favour arts and letter, there is a natural degeneracy of mankind.

That every will must consider every other will its equal would be a principle hostile to life, an agent of the dissolution and destruction of man, an attempt to assassinate the future of man, a sign of weariness, a secret path to nothingness.

Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.

As cities grow and technology takes over the world, belief and imagination fade away, and so do we.

So soon as this want or power [of love] is dead, man becomes the living sepulchre of himself, and what yet survives is the mere husk of what once he was.