What is the offence of a lamb that we should rear it, and tend it, and lull it into security, for the express purpose of killing it? Its offence is the misfortune of being something which society wants to eat, and which cannot defent itself. This is ample. Who shall limit the right of society except society itself?

Neither can it be permitted that you should have the chance of corrupting unborn beings who might hereafter pester you. The unborn must not be allowed to come near you!

You may say that it is your misfortune to be criminal; I answer that your crime is to be unfortunate.

It is recognized as an axiom of morality that luck is the only object of human veneration. How far a man has any right to be more lucky and hence more venerable than his neighbors is a point that always has been and always will be settled proximately by a kind of higgling and haggling of the market, and ultimately by brute force: but however this may be, it stands to reason that no man should be allowed to be unlucky to more than a very moderate extent.

Like all pictures, rather untruthful.

Death, like life, is an affair of being more frightened than hurt.

We should thank the mirror for only showing us our appearance.