Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.

It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.

Your dog thinks you’re a god. Your cat thinks the dog’s an asshole.

A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time. When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, The one I feed the most.

What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight – it’s the size of the fight in the dog.

Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.

A foolish dog barks at a flying bird

We who advocate peace are becoming an irrelevance when we speak peace. The government speaks rubber bullets, live bullets, tear gas, police dogs, detention, and death.

The dog is a peasant and the cat is a gentleman.

Dogs never bite me. Just humans.

Well it’s true, ever since I stopped eating meat I feel a lot better among animals, I feel I can be much more honest when I pat a dog.

We old bachelors smell like dogs, do we? So be it. But I must take issue with your claim that doctors who treat female illnesses are womanizers and cynics at heart. Gynecologists deal with savage prose the likes of which you have never dreamed of.

You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.

It was not until after the coming of Christ that time and humans could breathe freely. It was not until after him that people began to live toward the future. Humans do not die in a ditch like a dog-but at home in history, while the work toward the conquest of death is in full swing; they die sharing in this work.

People leave imprints on our lives, shaping who we become in much the same way that a symbol is pressed into the page of a book to tell you who it comes from. Dogs, however, leave paw prints on our lives and our souls, which are as unique as fingerprints in every way.

Dogs have found themselves in an odd predicament by living with humans. In the wild, dogs don’t need humans to achieve balance. They have a pack leader, work for food and travel with the pack. When we bring them into our world, we need to help them achieve balance by fulfilling their needs as nature intended. This takes exercise and discipline before affection, and always maintaining your calm, assertive pack leadership.

Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the mind and heart as deep meditation and almost as good for the soul as prayer.

Remember that no one ever kicks a dead dog.

Winning is everything. The only ones who remember you when you come second are your wife and your dog.

When a child is locked in the bathroom with water running and he says he’s doing nothing but the dog is barking, call 911.

In the past when I was in Hollywood, I was like a dog. I felt humiliated. My English was not good. People would even ask me ‘Jackie Who?’.

It used to be fashionable for authors to have their pictures taken with dogs, but the dogs always looked like models hired from an advertising agency, and probably were.

The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.

What’s the point of fighting the dollarswhen all you need is a warm bed?When the dog barks you let him in.All we need is someone to let us in.And one other thing:to consider the lilies in the field.

It’s my object to be stared at like a dog that’s just been shown a card trick.

My dad, Donald, was a vet and had a practice in Yorkshire. Cats and dogs were his bread and butter, but his greatest love was large animals.

I have caught more ills from people sneezing over me and giving me virus infections than from kissing dogs.

When I do think, ‘Man a f—cking motel room with a couple of thousand dollars worth of narcotics would do me right,’ I just look over at my dog and remember that Buster’s never seen me high.

The dog is very smart. He feels sorry for me because I receive so much mail; that’s why he tries to bite the mailman.

My idea of absolute happiness is to be in bed on a rainy day, with my blankie, my cat, and my dog.

Racial terrorism affects the lives of white people and black people and everyone, everything. Racism is contaminating. It can affect the dogs in the street. So the process of beginning to rid the country of prejudice was in itself a kind of nation-building.

Romance, like the rabbit at the dog track, is the elusive, fake, and never attained reward which, for the benefit and amusement of our masters, keeps us running and thinking in safe circles.

People who wish to salute the free and independent side of their evolutionary character acquire cats. People who wish to pay homage to their servile and salivating roots own dogs.

Every dog, we are told, has his day, unless there are more dogs than days.

Every dog on the face of the earth wants me dead.