Whipping and abuse are like laudanum; you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.

Whipping and abuse are like laudanum; you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.

If a man's character is to be abused, say what you will, there's nobody like a relation to do the read more

If a man's character is to be abused, say what you will, there's nobody like a relation to do the business.

They did the little boy turkey named Art... choke
and then served his dead body with artichokes.

They did the little boy turkey named Art... choke
and then served his dead body with artichokes.

The shriek was followed by another, louder and yet more agonizing..for once started upon that journey, the hog never came read more

The shriek was followed by another, louder and yet more agonizing..for once started upon that journey, the hog never came back. One by one the men hooked up the hogs and slit their throats. There was a line of hogs with squeals and lifeblood ebbing away.. until at last each vanished into a huge vat of boiling water (some still alive). The hogs were so innocent. They came so very trustingly. They were so very human in their protests. They had done nothing to deserve it.
in the book THE JUNGLE.

If it looks like shit, smells like shit, and feels like shit, you don't have to actually eat it to read more

If it looks like shit, smells like shit, and feels like shit, you don't have to actually eat it to know it's shit.

The zen of flyfishing is that zen masters
don't fish.. the Buddha suffocates no creature.

The zen of flyfishing is that zen masters
don't fish.. the Buddha suffocates no creature.

One may be continually abusive without saying any thing just; but one cannot be always laughing at a man without read more

One may be continually abusive without saying any thing just; but one cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.

Calculated risks of abuse are taken in order to preserve higher values.

Calculated risks of abuse are taken in order to preserve higher values.

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake read more

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs,,
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings
Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, you're hurt exclaim.