Never Touch A Butterfly's Wing With Your

Researchers, With Science As Their Authority, Will Be Able To Cut Animals Up, Alive, Into Small Pieces, Drop Them From A Great Height To See If They Are Shattered By The Fall, Or Deprive Them Of Sleep For Sixteen Days And Nights Continuously For The Purposes Of An Iniquitous Monograph. . . . Animal Trust, Undeserved Faith, When At Last Will You Turn Away From Us? Shall We Never Tire Of Deceiving, Betraying, Tormenting Animals Before They Cease To Trust Us?

Look For A Long Time At What Pleases You, And A Longer Time At What Pains You.

What A Wonderful Life I've Had! I Only Wish I'd Realized It Sooner.

One Keeps Forgetting Old Age Up To The Very Brink Of The Grave.

Beautiful December Grapes, Blue As Plums, Every Grape A Little Skinful Of Sweet, Tasteless Water