'He [the truly ethical man] breaks no leaf from the tree, plucks no flower, is careful to crush no insect with his feet. When he works by his lamp in the summer evening, he prefers to keep his window shut and to breathe the stifling air rather than to see insect after insect falling on his table with singed wings. If after a rain he is walking on the road and sees an earthworm gone astray, he remembers it will dry up in the sun if it does not get back in time to the earth into which it can burrow, and helps it from the fatal stones into the grass. If he comes upon an insect fallen into a puddle, he takes time to save it by extending a leaf or a stalk to it. He is not afraid of being laughed at as sentimental. It is the fate of every truth to be ridiculed before it is recognized. It was once considered stupid to think colored men were really human and must be treated humanely. The time is coming when people will be amazed that it took so long for mankind to recognize that thoughtless injury to life is incompatible with ethics.'
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Danger and delight grow on one stalk.
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The old man forgot one thing. This England of his is Christian and Anglo-Saxon. And so are her corridors of power, and those who stalk them gu...
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She became the character she was playing in an Ibsen play; she'd stalk around with grey hair. She was also the meanest woman in the world.
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I stalk my prison like my own ghost...
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I've learned- that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do, is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.
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I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage.
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You can't make somebody love you. You can only stalk them and hope they give in.
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