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 zen of flyfishing is that zen masters
don't fish.. the Buddha suffocates no creature.

The zen of flyfishing is that zen masters
don't fish.. the Buddha suffocates no creature.

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.

More than 90 percent of all the prisoners in our American prisons have been abused as children.

More than 90 percent of all the prisoners in our American prisons have been abused as children.

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.

With the exception of the instinct of self-preservation, the propensity for emulation is probably the strongest and most alert and read more

With the exception of the instinct of self-preservation, the propensity for emulation is probably the strongest and most alert and persistent of the economic motives proper

Abuse is the weapon of the vulgar.

Abuse is the weapon of the vulgar.

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.