Man thinks, and at once becomes the master of the beings that do not think.
To be and to think are one and the same for us.
We can only penetrate the rind of the earth.
The style is the man himself.
The dog has no ambition, no self-interest, no desire for vengeance, no fear other than that of displeasing.
Although the works of the Creator may be in themselves all equally perfect, the animal is, as I see it, the most complete work of nature, and man is her masterpiece.