We call ourselves a dog’s “master” — but who ever dared call himself the “master” of a cat? We own a dog — he is with us as a slave and inferior because we wish him to be. But we entertain a cat — he adorns our hearth as a guest, fellow-lodger, and equal because he wishes to be there.
Our masters, whoever they are, are happy to see our discord, because as long as they divide us, they will remain our masters.[Unsre Herrn, wer sie auch seien, sehen unsre Zwietracht gern, denn solang sie uns entzweien, bleiben sie doch unsre Herrn.]
Only one who devotes himself to a cause with his whole strength and soul can be a true master. For this reason, mastery demands the whole person.
Only a virtuous people are capable of freedom. As nations become corrupt and vicious, they have more need of masters.
It is no compliment to be the stupidly idolised master of a dog whose instinct it is to idolise, but it is a very distinct tribute to be chosen as the friend and confidant of a philosophic cat who is wholly his own master and could easily choose another companion if he found such a one more agreeable and interesting.
He is a poor disciple who does not excel his master.[Tristo è quel discepolo che non avanza il suo maestro.]
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame; and no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame, but each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, shall draw the thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are!