International Day for Tolerance

“The only way to make sure people you agree with can speak is to support the rights of people you don’t agree with.”

Eleanor Holmes Norton, US congresswoman and civil rights activist

“Every leaf that grows will tell you:
what you sow will bear fruit,
so if you have any sense my friend,
don’t plant anything but Love.”

Rumi

“Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time – like to have a friend takes time… When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else.”

Georgia O’Keefe (1887 – 1986), painter, born on this day

“Everything changes, even stone.”

Claude Monet (1840 – 1926), painter, born on this day

“Truth is the only safe ground to stand on… We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men and women are created equal.”

Elizabeth Cady Stanton (1815 – 1902), women’s rights activist, born on this day

WWI Armistice Day

“November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy.. all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month. It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God.”

From Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007), born on this day

Image: US 64th Regiment celebrate the Armistice

“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”

From Lady Chatterley’s Lover by D. H. Lawrence (unexpurgated edition published in the UK on this day in 1960)

“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician… every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”

Carl Sagan (1934 – 1996), born on this day

“Now you are beginning to think for yourself instead of letting others think for you. That’s the beginning of wisdom.”

From Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell (1900 – 1949), born on this day

“In the light, the earth remains our first and our last love. Our brothers are breathing under the same sky as we; justice is a living thing. Now is born that strange joy which helps one live and die, and which we shall never again postpone to a later time.”

From The Rebel (1951) by Albert Camus (1913 – 1960), born on this day