In a breath,
You expect I can tell you what it means to be human.
I am not sure I could say what it ever meant. To be part of this human race, each one of us mired to this earth
Our desires our own,
our fears common,
our hopes private,
our inhibitions for the good of us all – so as not to shock the greater consciousness. If we hide the most unique of our individual attributes
for the sake of ...
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I decline to accept the end of man.
It is easy enough to say that man is immortal
simply because he will endure: that when
the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from
the last worthless rock hanging tideless in
the last red and dying evening, that even then
there will still be one more sound:
that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking.
I refuse to accept this.
I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail.
He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures
has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul,
a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.
The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things.
It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart,
by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride
and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been
the glory of his past.
The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one
of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.
– William Faulkner
Nobel Prize acceptance speech
December 10, 1950