I do not waste my time in answering abuse; I thrive under it like a field that benefits from manure.

I do not waste my time in answering abuse; I thrive under it like a field that benefits from manure.

Wars damage the civilian society as much
as they damage the enemy. Soldiers never get over it.

Wars damage the civilian society as much
as they damage the enemy. Soldiers never get over it.

It is often better not to see an insult than to avenge it.

It is often better not to see an insult than to avenge it.

The Cincinnati policeman was using his nightstick
like a posthole digger.
(in reference to the death by ruptured kidney
and read more

The Cincinnati policeman was using his nightstick
like a posthole digger.
(in reference to the death by ruptured kidney
and other factors after the clubbing of Nathaniel Jones
by 2 Cincinnati policemen).

Threaten the oppressed and be prepared to face their onslaught, abuse them and be prepared for an even greater threat.

Threaten the oppressed and be prepared to face their onslaught, abuse them and be prepared for an even greater threat.

If there is justice with no mercy, Ira Flatow
will have to come back countless times as
a lab rat read more

If there is justice with no mercy, Ira Flatow
will have to come back countless times as
a lab rat for all the cruelty he has promoted on NPR.

If a man's character is to be abused, say what you will, there's nobody like a relation to do the read more

If a man's character is to be abused, say what you will, there's nobody like a relation to do the business.

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.

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.