Natural rights is simple nonsense: natural and imprescriptible rights, rhetorical nonsense—nonsense upon stilts.

Prose is when all the lines except the last go on to the end. Poetry is when some of them fall short of it.

The age we live in is a busy age; in which knowledge is rapidly advancing towards perfection.

Nature has placed mankind under the government of two sovereign masters, pain and pleasure.

What else is it that should trace the insuperable line? Is it the faculty of reason or perhaps the faculty of discourse? But a full-grown horse or dog is beyond comparison a more rational, as well as more conversable animal, than an infant of a day or a week or even a month old. But suppose they were otherwise, what would it avail? The question is not, Can they reason?, nor Can they talk? but, Can they suffer? Why should the law refuse its protection to any sensitive being? The time will come when humanity will extend its mantle over everything which breathes.

Without publicity, no good is permanent; under the auspices of publicity, no evil can continue.

Is it possible for a man to move the earth? Yes; but he must first find out another earth to stand upon.