Animals are such agreeable friends—they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.

In every man is a wild beast; most of them don’t know how to hold it back, and the majority give it full rein when they are not restrained by terror of law.

Be a good animal, true to your animal instincts.

Animals have these advantages over man: they never hear the clock strike, they die without any idea of death, they have no theologians to instruct them, their last moments are not disturbed by unwelcome and unpleasant ceremonies, their funerals cost them nothing, and no one starts lawsuits over their wills.

Do you not see how God is praised by those in the heavens and those on earth? The very birds praised Him as they wing their way.

Man is a troublesome animal and therefore is not very manageable.

Men, my dear, are very queer animals—a mixture of horse nervousness, ass stubbornness, and camel malice.

A good dog, sir, deserves a good bone.

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.

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

What delight can there be, and not rather displeasure, in hearing the barking and howling of dogs? Or what greater pleasure is there to be felt when a dog followeth a hare than when a dog followeth a dog?

Life is no way to treat an animal.

Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.