Happiness is a warm puppy.

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

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

How like to us is that filthy beast the ape.

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

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.

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 noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the grave.

Who hears the fishes when they cry?

Imitate the ass in his love to his master.

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 good to think with.

There are some who, if a cat accidentally comes into the room, though they neither see it nor are told of it, will presently be in a sweat and ready to die away.