My grandfather, along with Carnegie, was a pioneer in philanthropy, which my father then practiced on a very large scale.
We often excuse our own want of philanthropy by giving the name of fanaticism to the more ardent zeal of others.
Philanthropy is almost the only virtue which is sufficiently appreciated by mankind.
Billions are wasted on ineffective philanthropy. Philanthropy is decades behind business in applying rigorous thinking to the use of money.
The results of philanthropy are always beyond calculation.
The last, best fruit which comes to late perfection, even in the kindliest soul, is tenderness toward the hard, forbearance toward the unforbearing, warmth of heart toward the cold, philanthropy toward the misanthropic.
Philanthropy: A state of doing where the giving is easy.
Philanthropy is commendable, but it must not cause the philanthropist to overlook the circumstances of economic injustice which make philanthropy necessary.
The best philanthropy is constantly in search of the finalities—a search for a cause, an attempt to cure evils at their source.
Philanthropy is involved with basic innovations that transform society, not simply maintaining the status quo or filling basic social needs that were formerly the province of the public sector.
Humanity, in the aggregate, is progressing, and philanthropy looks forward hopefully.
My father, a bookkeeper who never earned more than $11,000 a year in his life, sat there, writing out a $25 check to the NAACP. When I asked him why, he said discrimination against anyone is discrimination against us all. And I never forgot that. Indeed, his philanthropy was a gift, not just to that organization, but to me.