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.

Alas! We are ridiculous animals.

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?

In every man is a wild beast; most of them don’t know how to hold it back, and the majority give it full rein when they are not restrained by terror of law.

How like to us is that filthy beast the ape.

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

Keep running after a dog, and he will never bite you.

Man is a troublesome animal and therefore is not very manageable.

Happiness is a warm puppy.

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

The elephant, although a gross beast, is yet the most decent and most sensible of any other upon earth. Although he never changes his female, and hath so tender a love for her whom he hath chosen, yet he never couples with her but at the end of every three years, and then only for the space of five days.

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

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