All human life is there.

As a standalone fragment, the line suggests that within some particular place, object, or experience—often implicitly a work of art, a book, a city street, or a single moment—one can find the full range of human experience. It compresses a large claim into a small sentence: that love, grief, ambition, cruelty, tenderness, and the ordinary textures of living are all present “there,” wherever the speaker is pointing. The anonymity and deictic “there” make it adaptable, which is likely why it circulates: it can serve as a caption for art, literature, memory, or observation, asserting that the universal is contained in the particular.