Nature loves a toad just as well as she loves a (wo)man. She does not stop to ask whether one has a little more intelligence than another. She loves intelligence, but she loves form and beauty and life, whether in (wo)man—or animal, flower—or tree. She never stops to ask the tree whether it is intelligent—or not—or the flower—or the shrub—or (wo)man, but she makes the best use possible of them all.
—Herr Franz in Spirit
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