Prose Is When All The Lines Except

The Age We Live In Is A Busy Age; In Which Knowledge Is Rapidly Advancing Towards Perfection.

Publicity Is The Very Soul Of Justice. It Is The Keenest Spur To Exertion, And The Surest Of All Guards Against Improbity.

What Else Is It That Should Trace The Insuperable Line? Is It The Faculty Of Reason Or Perhaps The Faculty Of Discourse? But A Full-grown Horse Or Dog Is Beyond Comparison A More Rational, As Well As More Conversable Animal, Than An Infant Of A Day Or A Week Or Even A Month Old. But Suppose They Were Otherwise, What Would It Avail? The Question Is Not, Can They Reason?, Nor Can They Talk? But, Can They Suffer? Why Should The Law Refuse Its Protection To Any Sensitive Being? The Time Will Come When Humanity Will Extend Its Mantle Over Everything Which Breathes.

Natural Rights Is Simple Nonsense: Natural And Imprescriptible Rights, Rhetorical Nonsense—nonsense Upon Stilts.

Why Should The Law Refuse Its Protection To Any Sensitive Being? The Time Will Come When Humanity Will Extend Its Mantle Over Everything Which Breathes.