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In my native land waves of attachment to friends and kin surge,

Hatred for enemies rages like fire,

The darkness of stupidity, not caring what to adopt or avoid, thickens -

To abandon my native land is the practice of a bodhisattva

[T]hey always think they can improve upon nature and mend what God has made.

God had given men reason, by which they could find out things for themselves, but He had given animals knowledge which did not depend on reason, and which was much more prompt and perfect in its way, and by which they had often saved the lives of men.

Don’t worry. The only skeletons in my closet belong to the mice.

I am never afraid of what I know.

[W]e shall all have to be judged according to our works, whether they be towards man or towards beast.

Oh! if people knew what a comfort to horses a light hand is.

She’d been happier with him than she had ever thought imaginable, but only now she understood it wasn’t because their DNA had dictated it, but because she’d opened herself up to the concept of love.

[T]here is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as they like about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast, it is all a sham.

He was an addiction she didn’t want to be free of. And the more she had of him, the more she craved.

To me, my Judaism means an obligation to pay attention to equality and the rights of minority groups.

[A] bad-tempered man will never make a good-tempered horse.