You are all the same species, you have the same goals, the same dreams, the same fears...eat the same food, sleep the same sleep...So you have to go out of your way to divide yourselves, to make it easier to kill one another. Boundaries, nations, blocks, creeds, names, fashion. You kill one another for a pair of sneakers. Your leaders oppress and exploit you for their own power, and you allow it happily, if in so doing they can kill those who you have decided are not like you. You are a race of madmen.

Why humans kill each other is beyond my comprehension, but I can testify that you have been doing it since your inception. Only the weapons change.

Are we not all flung into the world for no other purpose than to hate each other, and so to torture ourselves and one another?

It is our earth, not yours or mine or his. We are meant to live on it, helping each other, not destroying each other. This is not some romantic nonsense but the actual fact. But man has divided the earth, hoping thereby that in the particular he is going to find happiness, security, a sense of abiding comfort. Until a radical change takes place and we wipe out all nationalities, all ideologies, all religious divisions, and establish a global relationship - psychologically first, inwardly before organizing the outer - we shall go on with wars. If you harm others, if you kill others, whether in anger or by organized murder which is called war, you, who are the rest of humanity, not a separate human being fighting the rest of mankind, are destroying yourself.

It's because...you see, if we had souls, which we haven't, and if our souls met — yours and mine — they'd fight to the death. But after they had torn each other to pieces, to the very bottom, they'd see that they had the same root.

You think one's any different from the next? I mean, when it comes right down to brass tacks, people killing each other since they figured out how, that's all. Give them pretty names and numbers, but it's all the same to the worms.

Your humans slaughter each other because of the color of your skin, or your faith or your plitics — or for no reason at all — too many of you hate as easily as you draw breath. - Magneto

Men destroy each other during war, themselves during peacetime.

Um dos preços mais elevados que estamos a pagar pelo nosso dito estilo de vida moderno nos últimos cinquenta anos é tornarmo-nos cada vez mais parecidos uns com os outros. Todos nós suportamos os mesmos programas de televisão, lemos as mesmas revistas, usamos o mesmo vestuário e compramos a mesma comida congelada. Todos vivemos e morremos ao compasso do relógio, matamo-nos prematuramente uns aos outros em automóveis semelhantes, perdemos a noite num jogo de futebol ou no escritório, nunca parecemos ter muito tempo para os nossos cônjuges e filhos, olhamos impotentes enquanto os nossos oceanos e lagos são envenenados e tentamos não pensar numa bomba de hidrogénio a aterrar em qualquer lugar próximo da nossa cidade ou vila.

Conforme os anos passam, acertamos todos o passo para marcharmos ao toque do mesmo tambor, correndo para a frente ou para trás ao mesmo ritmo que todos os outros, praticamente sorrindo a uma ordem - seres produzidos em massa com tanta personalidade como qualquer dos milhões de bolachas de água e sal que saem diariamente dos fornos da Nabisco.

O que vocês preferem — ter regras e estar de acordo, ou caçar e matar?

We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.

Well people are just one species too, aren't they. And it's never stopped them fighting with each other; all the same species and think of all the excuses for war they've used! It hasn't had to be about space to live in, it's been about power, prestige, influence, fame, resources and I don't know what else!

All men are enemies. All animals are comrades

Each consciousness seeks the death of the other.