We Are More Sensible Of What Is

Do Not Speak Of Your Happiness To One Less Fortunate Than Yourself.

We Are More Sensible Of What Is Done Against Custom Than Against Nature.

When The Strong Box Contains No More Both Friends And Flatterers Shun The Door.

I, For My Part, Wonder Of What Sort Of Feeling, Mind Or Reason That Man Was Possessed Who Was First To Pollute His Mouth With Gore, And To Allow His Lips To Touch The Flesh Of A Murdered Being: Who Spread His Table With The Mangled Forms Of Dead Bodies, And Claimed As Daily Food And Dainty Dishes What But Now Were Beings Endowed With Movement, Perception And With Voice. …but For The Sake Of Some Little Mouthful Of Flesh, We Deprive A Soul Of The Sun And Light, And Of That Portion Of Life And Time It Had Been Born In To The World To Enjoy.

Nor Let Us Part With Justice, Like A Cheap And Common Thing, For A Small And Trifling Price.