No human being, past the thoughtless age
of boyhood, will wantonly murder any
creature, which holds its life by the
same tenure he does. The hare in its
extremity cries like a child.
...............................- Henry David Thoreau
All the while
I pray to Buddha
I keep on killing
Mosquitoes.
...................- Issa
The squirrel that you kill in jest, dies in earnest..- Henry David Thoreau
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