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.

Man is the only animal that can remain on friendly terms with the victims he intends to eat until he eats them.

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

Be a good animal, true to your animal instincts.

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.

Alas! We are ridiculous animals.

Who hears the fishes when they cry?

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.

Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It’s what separates us from the animals—except the weasel.

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

How like to us is that filthy beast the ape.

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

A good dog, sir, deserves a good bone.