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.

An ape will be an ape, though clad in purple.

Every creature in the world is like a book and a picture, to us, and a mirror.

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.

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.

Be a good animal, true to your animal instincts.

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.

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

How like to us is that filthy beast the ape.

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.

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

Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps, for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they ought to be.