That is your trick, your bit of filthy magic: invisibility, and the anaesthetic power to deaden my attention in your direction. – D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

Large flocks of butterflies, all kinds of happy insects, seem to be in a perfect fever of joy and sportive gladness. – John Muir, 1867 October 9th, A Thousand-Mile Walk To the Gulf

If you want to live and thrive, let the spider run alive. – American Quaker Saying

Now what sort of man or woman or monster would stroke a centipede I have ever seen? And here is my good big centipede! If such a man exists, I say kill him without more ado. He is a traitor to the human race. – William S. Burroughs