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

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.

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.

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

Be a good animal, true to your animal instincts.

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

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

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.

Man, when perfected, is the best of animals, but when separated from law and justice, he is the worst of all. 

When the eagles are silent, the parrots begin to jabber.

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

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

A good dog, sir, deserves a good bone.