Fur Protester: Do you know how many poor animals they had to kill to make that coat? Margo: Do you know how many rich animals... I had to fuck to get this coat?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coal...s thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The concentration camps, by making death itself anonymous (making it impossible to find out whether a prisoner is dead or alive), ...robbed death of its meaning as the end of a fulfilled life. In a sense they took away the individual's own death, proving that henceforth nothing belonged to him and he belonged to no one. His death merely set a seal on the fact that he had never existed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Caracal lies on a shelf in its den in the Zoological Gardens quietly licking its fur. I go up and stand near it. It makes a fa...ce at me. I come a little nearer, it makes a worse face and raises itself up on its haunches. I stand and look. It jumps down from its shelf and makes as if it intended "going for" me. I move back; the Caracal has exerted a moral influence over me which I have been unable to resist. Moral influence means persuading another that one can make that other more uncomfortable than that other can make oneself.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We have progressively improved into a less spiritual species of tenderness--but the seal is not yet fixed though the wax is prepar...ing for the impression.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now all the knowledge and wisdom that is in creatures, whether angels or men, is nothing else but a participation of that one eter...nal, immutable and increated wisdom of God, or several signatures of that one archetypal seal, or like so many multiplied reflections of one and the same face, made in several glasses, whereof some are clearer, some obscurer, some standing nearer, some further off.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In his green den the murmuring seal Close by his sleek companion lies;... While singly we to bedward steal, And close in fruitless sleep our eyes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »