The Dog Is The Only Living Being

An Obstacle Is Not A Discouragement. It May Become One, But Only With Our Own Consent. So Long As We Refuse To Be Discouraged, We Cannot Be Discouraged.

He Who Sees Without Loving Is Only Straining His Eyes In The Darkness.

In The World Which We Know, Among The Different And Primitive Geniuses That Preside Over The Evolution Of The Several Species, There Exists Not One, Excepting That Of The Dog, That Ever Gave A Thought To The Presence Of Man.

As Soon As We Put Something Into Words, We Devalue It In A Strange Way. We Think We Have Plunged Into The Depths Of The Abyss, And When We Return To The Surface The Drop Of Water On Our Pale Fingertips No Longer Resembles The Sea From Which It Comes. We Delude Ourselves That We Have Discovered A Wonderful Treasure Trove, And When We Return To The Light Of Day We Find That We Have Brought Back Only False Stones And Shards Of Glass; And Yet The Treasure Goes On Glimmering In The Dark, Unaltered.

Do We Not All Spend The Greater Part Of Our Lives Under The Shadow Of An Event That Has Not Yet Come To Pass?.