Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.

Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.

Are you grown an atheist? Will you turn your body, Which is the goodly palace of the soul, To the soul's slaughter-house? Oh, the curse' d devil, Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice-candied o'er.

How tedious is a guilty conscience!

See, a good habit makes a child a man, Whereas a bad one makes a man a beast.

A powerful portfolio of physiological and behavioural evidence now exists to support the case that fish feel pain and that this feeling matters. In the face of such evidence, any argument to the contrary based on the claim that fish 'do not have the right sort of brain' can no longer be called scientific. It is just obstinate.

Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.