Of all the creatures that breathe and creep on the surface of the earth, none is more to be pitied than man.

I do not mean to call an elephant a vulgar animal, but if you think about him carefully, you will find that his nonvulgarity consists in such gentleness as is possible to elephantine nature—not in his insensitive hide, nor in his clumsy foot, but in the way he will lift his foot if a child lies in his way; and in his sensitive trunk, and still more sensitive mind, and capability of pique on points of honor.

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

Happiness is a warm puppy.

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.

Go to the ant, you lazybones; consider its ways, and be wise.

Alas! We are ridiculous animals.

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

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

How like to us is that filthy beast the ape.

It is remarkable that only small birds properly sing.

Keep running after a dog, and he will never bite you.

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.