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Man Is The Only Animal Of Which I Am Thoroughly And Cravenly Afraid...there Is No Harm In A Well-fed Lion. It Has No Ideals, No Sect, No Party.

What The World Calls Originality Is Only An Unaccustomed Method Of Tickling It.

Without Danger I Cannot Be Great. That Is How I Pay For Abel's Blood. Danger And Fear Follow My Steps Everywhere. Without Them Courage Would Have No Sense. And It Is Courage, Courage, Courage That Raises The Blood Of Life To Crimson Splendor.

While We Ourselves Are The Living Graves Of Murdered Animals, How Can We Expect Any Ideal Living Conditions On This Earth?

It Is Nearly 50 Years Since I Was Assured By A Conclave Of Doctors That If I Did Not Eat Meat I Should Die Of Starvation.