Homo Sapiens, The Only Creature

There Is No Greater Joy Than That Of Feeling Oneself A Creator. The Triumph Of Life Is Expressed By Creation.

The Universe... Is A Machine For The Making Of Gods.

There Is Nothing [that] Disarms Us Like Laughter.

In Short, Intelligence, Considered In What Seems To Be Its Original Feature, Is The Faculty Of Manufacturing Artificial Objects, Especially Tools To Make Tools, And Of Indefinitely Varying The Manufacture.

Instinct Perfected Is A Faculty Of Using And Even Constructing Organized Instruments; Intelligence Perfected Is The Faculty Of Making And Using Unorganized Instruments.