It's always better to feed your enemies than to fight with them.

Animals do not ‘give’ their life to us, as the sugar-coated lie would have it. No, we take their lives. They struggle and fight to the last breath, just as we would do if we were in their place.

Awareness is bad for the meat business. Conscience is bad for the meat business. Sensitivity to life is bad for the meat business. DENIAL, however, the meat business finds indispensable.

Remember that one who forgets the language of gratitude can never be on speaking terms with happiness.

You know that a majority of the medical costs that are bankrupting families, companies, and nations could be eliminated with better nutrition.

A reduction in meat consumption is the most powerful single act that you can take to halt the destruction of our environment and preserve our natural resources.

Every time you make a choice that expresses respect for life, you bring a little more love in your body, into your family, into our society, and into a world that is calling out for this blessing.

The level of consumption that we identify with success is utterly unsustainable. We're gobbling up the world.

One day people will look back with amazement that we ever sought to grow our food with poisons.

In the never-ending battle between order and chaos, clutter sides with chaos every time. Anything that you possess that does not add to your life or your happiness eventually becomes a burden.

Every so often a book comes along that has the power to alter the course of history. Project Animal Farm is that potent.

If we need help, we must cry to the Most High God.

We cannot change the past. We can only take action in the present and, therefore, change the future.

If you formulate your question properly, mathematics gives you the answer

Past Present And Future Exist All At Once As Parallel Moments In Time.

You're handsome and you have a nice accent, and a chest that would make a nun perspire.

Never fail to know that if you are doing all the talking you are boring somebody.

Glorious bouquets and storms of applause are the trimmings which every artist naturally enjoys.

may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back

I have nine children... and one of them is an invalid. Her mother is obliged to take her away in the winter, and when one bird is off the nest, the other has to go on.

When I give, I give myself.