The dog, on the other hand, has few or no ideas because his brain acts in coarse fashion and because there are few connections with each single process.

There is no reasoning, no process of inference or comparison; there is no thinking about things, no putting two and two together; there are no ideas - the animal does not think of the box or of the food or of the act he is to perform.

Nowhere more truly than in his mental capacities is man a part of nature.

Human beings are accustomed to think of intellect as the power of having and controlling ideas and of ability to learn as synonymous with ability to have ideas. But learning by having ideas is really one of the rare and isolated events in nature.

I like playwriting because it's rooted in a single location with actors standing talking to each other.

Wrong fails because it is wrong. The wrongs, the untruths, are inconsistent with each other. They clash against each other and confute each other. They neutralize each other and are lost.