The cow to me is a sermon on pity.
Labour is priceless, not gold.
If you must kill English officials, why not kill me instead?
In order to get meat, we have to kill. And we are certainly not entitled to any other milk except the mother's milk in our infancy.
Champions are made from something they have deep inside of them-a desire, a dream, a vison.
Heroes are made in the hour of defeat