Every ass thinks himself worthy to stand with the king’s horses.

Imitate the ass in his love to his master.

Cows are among the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them—and, in short, I am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures.

I hate the sight of monkeys; they remind me so of poor relations.

Man and animals are really the conduit of food, the sepulcher of animals, and resting place of the dead, one causing the death of the other, making themselves the covering for the corruption of other dead bodies.

Animals are in possession of themselves; their soul is in possession of their body. But they have no right to their life, because they do not will it. 

Happiness is a warm puppy.

Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It’s what separates us from the animals—except the weasel.

The fox knows lots of tricks, the hedgehog only one—but it’s a winner.

Animals, in their generation, are wiser than the sons of men, but their wisdom is confined to a few particulars, and lies in a very narrow compass.

The righteous know the needs of their animals, but the mercy of the wicked is cruel.

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.

A bull contents himself with one meadow, and one forest is enough for a thousand elephants; but the little body of a man devours more than all other living creatures.