I shoot the Hippopotamus with bullets made of platinum, because if I use the leaden one his hide is sure to flatten em. – Hilaire Belloc
Im tired of love Im still more tired of rhyme but money gives me pleasure all the time. – Hilaire Belloc
I shoot the Hippopotamus
With bullets made of platinum,
Because if I use leaden ones
His hide is sure to flatten em. – Hilaire Belloc
Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun. – Hilaire Belloc
If all the beasts were gone, men would die from a great loneliness of spirit, for whatever happens to the beasts also happens to the man. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth. – Chief Seattle of the Suquamish Tribe, letter to President Franklin Pierce