In nothing does man, with his grand notions of heaven and charity, show forth his innate, wild animalism more clearly than in his treatment of his brother beasts. There you go. Well, I think my mother's attractive, but I have photographs of her. We call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they feel, but they do not suffer less because they have no words. Many things that human words have upset are set at rest again by the silence of animals.
Animals move through the world like a caravan of silence.
A whole world, that of nature and that of animals, is filled with silence. Nature and animals seem like protuberances of silence. The silence of animals and the silence of nature would not be so great and noble if it were merely a failure of language to materialize. Silence has been entrusted to the animals and to nature as something created for its own sake. The sense of smell in the animal is what intuition is to the human spirit.