Animals Quotes
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If there is a just God, how humanity would writhe in its attempt to justify its treatment of animals.
The bee is more honored than other animals, not because she labors, but because she labors for others.
Llamas mate sitting down. That is probably reason enough to study them.
Animals share with us the privilege of having a soul.
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
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.
The animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours, they move finished and complete, gifted with the extension of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings: they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.
It can truly be said: Men are the devils of the earth, and the animals are the tormented souls.
I like handling newborn animals. Fallen into life from an unmappable world, they are the ultimate immigrants, full of wonder and confusion.
One of the things I like best about animals in the wild is that they're always off on some errand. They have appointments to keep. It's only we humans who wonder what we're here for.
Sex is a sideshow in the world of the animal, for the dominant color of that world is fear.
Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
The question is not, can they reason? Nor, can they talk? But, can they suffer?
An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language.
Whenever you observe an animal closely, you have the feeling that a person sitting inside is making fun of you.
Why does it enrage an animal to be given what it already knows?
A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.
Animals are such agreeable friends—they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.
All animals are minor variations on a very particular theme.
Some animals, like some men, leave a trail of glory behind them.
Animals often strike us as passionate machines.
From the oyster to the eagle, from the swine to the tiger, all animals are to be found in men and each of them exists in some man, sometimes several at a time. Animals are nothing but the portrayal of our virtues and vices made manifest to our eyes, the visible reflections of our souls. God displays them to us to give us food for thought.
We have enslaved the rest of the animal creation, and have treated our distant cousins in fur and feathers so badly that beyond doubt, if they were able to formulate a religion, they would depict the Devil in human form.
Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?
Any glimpse into the life of an animal quickens our own and makes it so much the larger and better in every way.
Animals are a compromise between being alone and being with people.
There is nothing like a man for bringing out the animal in an animal.
There is one respect in which brutes show real wisdom when compared with us—I mean their quiet, placid enjoyment of the present moment.
People are beginning to see that the first requisite to success in life is to be a good animal.
There are two things for which animals are to be envied: they know nothing of future evils, or of what people say about them.
The animals of the world exist for their own reasons. They were not made for humans any more than black people were made for whites or women for men.
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God.
The best thing about animals is that they don't talk much.
Adult bats don't weigh much. They're mainly fur and appetite.
Short, potbellied penguins, whose necks wobbled with baby fat, huddled together like Russian businessmen in fur coats.
The Llama is a wooly sort of fleecy hairy goat, With an indolent expression and an undulating throat Like an unsuccessful literary man.
The self-assured porcupine, endearingly grotesque, waddles up the road in broad daylight. He looks as if he had slept in his rumpled spiky clothes, and he probably has.
Elephants suffer from too much patience. Their exhibitions of it may seem superb—such power and such restraint, combined, are noble—but a quality carried to excess defeats itself.
I had time after time watched the progression across the plain of the Giraffe, in their queer, inimitable, vegetative gracefulness, as if it were not a herd of animals but a family of rare, long-stemmed, speckled gigantic flowers slowly advancing.
Nature's great masterpiece, an Elephant, The only harmless great thing.
Your elephant seal has an issue with motivation: he is not a natural self-starter. Start him, however, and he goes, not like a rocket, but a sort of turbo-charged mega-caterpillar.
Sharks are the criminals of the sea. Dolphins are the outlaws.
Zoos are becoming facsimiles—or perhaps caricatures—of how animals once were in their natural habitat. If the right policies toward nature were pursued, we would need no zoos at all.
Animals, whom we have made our slaves, we do not like to consider our equal.
