There are barbarians who seize this dog, who so prodigiously surpasses man in friendship, and nail him down to a table, and dissect him alive to show you the mezaraic veins... Answer me, Machinist, has Nature really arranged all the springs of feeling in this animal to the end that he might not feel? Has he nerves that he may be incapable of suffering?
How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such a fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself as anything less than a god? And, when you consider that this incalculably subtle organism is inseparable from the still more marvelous patterns of its environment - from the minutest electrical designs to the whole company of the galaxies - how is it conceivable that this incarnation of all eternity can be bored with being?
A nation is not to be judged by its weaklings called the wicked, as they are only the weeds which lag behind, but by the good, the noble, and the pure, who indicate the national life current flowing clear and vigorous.
:revolving_hearts::revolving_hearts::revolving_hearts::revolving_hearts: *माली प्रतिदिन पौधों को पानी देता है* , *मगर फल सिर्फ मौसम में ही आते है,....!* *इसीलिए जीवन में धैर्य रखें ,* *प्रत्येक चीज अपने समय पर होगी।* *प्रतिदिन बेहतर काम करे ,* *आपको उसका फल समय पर जरूर मिलेगा*