Tyranny And Anarchy Are Never Far Apart.

Happiness Is A Very Pretty Thing To Feel, But Very Dry To Talk About.

The Offence Is What Is Improperly Called The Death Of An Infant, Who Has Ceased To Be, Before Knowing What Existence Is, A Result Of A Nature Not To Give The Slightest Inquietude To The Most Timid Imagination; And Which Can Cause No Regrets But To The Very Person Who, Through A Sentiment Of Shame And Pity, Has Refused To Prolong A Life Begun Under The Auspices Of Misery.

A Civilized Society Must Count Animals As Worthy Of Moral Consideration And Ethical Treatment. The Question Is Not, Can They Reason? Nor Can They Talk? But, Can They Suffer?

Secrecy, Being An Instrument Of Conspiracy, Ought Never To Be The System Of A Regular Government.

To What Shall The Character Of Utility Be Ascribed, If Not To That Which Is A Source Of Pleasure?