If Greatness Of Purpose, Smallness Of Means,

Poetry Is The Morning Dream Of Great Minds.

My Mother Was Convinced, And On This Head I Have Retained Her Firm Belief, That To Kill Animals For The Purpose Of Feeding On Their Flesh Is One Of The Most Deplorable And Shameful Infirmities Of The Human State; That It Is One Of Those Curses Cast Upon Man Either By His Fall, Or By The Obduracy Of His Own Perversity.

Music Is The Literature Of The Heart; It Commences Where Speech Ends.

Brutality To An Animal Is Cruelty To Mankind - It Is Only The Difference In The Victim.

It Is Admirable To Die The Victim Of One's Faith; It Is Sad To Die The Dupe Of One's Ambition.