I have no doubt that it is part of the destiny of the human race in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals.
Henry David ThoreauI think of no news to tell you. It is a serene summer day here, all above the snow. The hens steal their nests, and I steal theireggs still, as formerly. This is what I do with the hands. Ah, labor,--it is a divine institution, and conversation with many men and hens.
Henry David Thoreau