Life Is A Flame That Is Always

We Are The Living Graves Of Murdered Beasts.

There Is In Man A Specific Lust For Cruelty Which Infects Even His Passion Of Pity And Makes It Savage.

The Worst Sin Toward Our Fellow Creatures Is Not To Hate Them, But To Be Indifferent To Them: That's The Essence Of Inhumanity.

It Is Not That I Am So Clever; It Is That Everyone Else Is So Stupid.

What Right Has Any Human Being To Talk Of Bringing Up A Child? You Do Not Bring Up A Tree Or A Plant. It Brings Itself Up. You Have To Give It A Fair Chance By Tilling The Soil.