Oh! If People Knew What A Comfort

He Said Cruelty Was The Devil's Own Trade-mark, And If We Saw Any One Who Took Pleasure In Cruelty We Might Know Who He Belonged To, For The Devil Was A Murderer From The Beginning, And A Tormentor To The End. On The Other Hand, Where We Saw People Who Loved Their Neighbors, And Were Kind To Man And Beast, We Might Know That Was God's Mark.

If A Thing Is Right It Can Be Done, And If It Is Wrong It Can Be Done Without; And A Good Man Will Find A Way.

My Doctrine Is This, That If We See Cruelty Or Wrong That We Have The Power To Stop, And Do Nothing, We Make Ourselves Sharers In The Guilt.

He Has Known Joy And Violence. Felt The Warmth Of Children And The Cruelty Of Abuse. He Has Nearly Died Saving Lives And Merely Been Killed By A Drunken Act. He Has Known The Finery Of Grand Estates And The Filth Of Stinking Slums. He Has Survived Fire And Flood, Starvation And Torment. And Nothing Could Break His Spirit-or His Great Love. This Is His Life. He Is Called The Horse.

Why Don't They Cut Their Own Children's Ears Into Points To Make Them Look Sharp? Why Don't They Cut Off Their Noses To Make Them Look Plucky? One Would Be Just As Sensible As The Other. What Right Have They To Torment And Disfigure God's Creatures?