If it looks like shit, smells like shit, and feels like shit, you don't have to actually eat it to read more

If it looks like shit, smells like shit, and feels like shit, you don't have to actually eat it to know it's shit.

I never yet heard man or woman much abused that I was not inclined to think the better of them, read more

I never yet heard man or woman much abused that I was not inclined to think the better of them, and to transfer the suspicion or dislike to the one who found pleasure in pointing out the defects of another.

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake read more

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs,,
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings
Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, you're hurt exclaim.

We like so much to hear people talk of us and of our motives, that we are charmed even when read more

We like so much to hear people talk of us and of our motives, that we are charmed even when they abuse us.

They did the little boy turkey named Art... choke
and then served his dead body with artichokes.

They did the little boy turkey named Art... choke
and then served his dead body with artichokes.

The shriek was followed by another, louder and yet more agonizing..for once started upon that journey, the hog never came read more

The shriek was followed by another, louder and yet more agonizing..for once started upon that journey, the hog never came back. One by one the men hooked up the hogs and slit their throats. There was a line of hogs with squeals and lifeblood ebbing away.. until at last each vanished into a huge vat of boiling water (some still alive). The hogs were so innocent. They came so very trustingly. They were so very human in their protests. They had done nothing to deserve it.
in the book THE JUNGLE.

An injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult.

An injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult.

When I step out of the role you have written for me
you make me feel like a plagiarist.
from read more

When I step out of the role you have written for me
you make me feel like a plagiarist.
from the play Jake's Women.

I haven't touched my brother in almost 18 years.
(in reference to cruel prison regulations in Mansfield Ohio
prison)
http://www.kennyisinnocent.org read more

I haven't touched my brother in almost 18 years.
(in reference to cruel prison regulations in Mansfield Ohio
prison)
http://www.kennyisinnocent.org
http://www.petitiononline.com/manci.