"Can't we all just be human?" Arthur smiled. "What is it to be human? Nothing abstract. Show me a human being who isn't outwardly and inwardly some kind of a human being, dependent, though he were the most austere philosopher, in his human life on others of more or less the same kind. There is no place of kindless people in the world. And if you established a colony of extra-religious and supra-national philosophers and sages, male and female, their extra-religiousness and supra-nationalism would establish their kind and their inner kinship, and, far from having broken up the families of mankind, we would have added but another family—a magnificent one, I grant you—to those that already exist. In a word, this vague cry, let us be human—it's a favorite cry among Jews—means nothing and gets you nowhere."
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