It is remarkable that only small birds properly sing.

I hate the sight of monkeys; they remind me so of poor relations.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Life is no way to treat an animal.

A good dog, sir, deserves a good bone.

Animals have these advantages over man: they never hear the clock strike, they die without any idea of death, they have no theologians to instruct them, their last moments are not disturbed by unwelcome and unpleasant ceremonies, their funerals cost them nothing, and no one starts lawsuits over their wills.

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

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?