Hatred is something peculiar. You will always find it strongest and most violent where there is the lowest degree of culture.

Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings.

Man and animals are in reality vehicles and conduits of food, tombs of animals, hostels of Death, coverings that consume, deriving life by the death of others.

Star Trek characters never go shopping.

I have thought there was some advantage even in death, by which we mingle with the herd of common men.