From beasts we scorn as soulless,
In forest, field and den,
The cry goes up to witness,
The soullessness of men.
M. Frida Hartley
Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man
wrong; And as the butcher takes away the calf
And binds the wretch, and beats him when he
strays, Bearing him to the bloody slaughter-
house, Even so remorseless have they borne him
hence; And as the dam runs lowing up and
down, Looking the way her harmless young
went, And can do nought but wail
her darling's loss.
William Shakespeare
Anything with a face I don't taste.
Anything with an eye or two I don't chew.
Anything with a mouth stays out of my mouth.
Will.i.am
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