We are all God's creatures-that we pray to God for mercy and justice while we continue to eat the flesh of animals that are slaughtered on our account is not consistent.

The greatness of art is not to find what is common but what is unique.

When a day passes, it is no longer there. What remains of it? Nothing more than a story. If stories weren't told or books weren't written, man would live like the beasts, only for the day.

As often as Herman had witnessed the slaughter of animals and fish, he always had the same thought: in their behavior toward creatures, all men were Nazis.

Some of my cronies call me a pessimist and a decadent, but there is always a background of faith behind resignation.

No lepidopterist's collection in the entire world...full if iridescent wings, is worth the life of a single butterfly.

In relation to them (animals), all people are Nazis for the animals, it is an eternal Treblinka.