I will perform the function of a whetstone, which is about to restore sharpness to iron, though itself unable to cut.
[Lat., Fungar vice cotis, acutum
Reddere quae ferrum valet, exsors ipsi secandi.]
Silence gives consent.
[Lat., Qui tacet, consentire videtur.]
It is remarkable that Providence has given us all things for our advantage near at hand; but iron, gold, and silver, being both the instruments of blood and slaughter and the price of it, nature has hidden in the bowels of the earth.
The great questions of the day will not be settled by means of speeches and majority decisions but by iron and blood.
The iron from that meteorite and the iron from your blood have common origin in the core of a star.
Human cruelty knows no limits and that one needs immense courage and a will of iron to help others understand that animals are made of flesh and blood like us, that they suffer the same pains as us, that they deserve the same respect as us and that their continuous slaughter should not be part of human entertainment.
We will maintain the city as a slaughter-free place to promote the dignity of animal coexistence. If Seoul slaughter activity occurs again, we will use all means to block it.
Stem-cell research on embryos is an even worse excuse for the slaughter of life than abortion. No woman is even being spared an inconvenience this time.... It's just harvest and slaughter, harvest and slaughter, harvest and slaughter.
Ancient stars in their death throes spat out atoms like iron which this universe had never known. ... Now the iron of old nova coughings vivifies the redness of our blood.
The iron ring is worn out by constant use.
[Lat., Ferreus assiduo consumitur anulus usu.]
I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men
We are made out of stardust. The iron in the hemoglobin molecules in the blood in your right hand came from a star that blew up 8 billion years ago. The iron in your left hand came from another star.
Cow-slaughter and man-slaughter are in my opinion two sides of the same coin.
Historical experience is written in blood and iron.
Even in the worm that crawls in the earth there glows a divine spark. When you slaughter a creature, you slaughter God.
Thank God for the iron in the blood of our fathers