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.

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.

How like to us is that filthy beast the ape.

Happiness is a warm puppy.

Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the grave.

There be beasts that, at a year old, observe more, and pursue that which is for their good more prudently, than a child can do at ten.

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.

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

When the eagles are silent, the parrots begin to jabber.

Man is merely a more perfect animal than the rest. He reasons better.

Man is no man, but a wolf, to a stranger.

Imitate the ass in his love to his master.

Animals are good to think with.