Quotes about Dogs

“The more I see of men, the more I like dogs.”

“A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.”

“Extraordinary creature! So close a friend, and yet so remote.”

“A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down.”

“The nose of the bulldog has been slanted backwards so that he can breathe without letting go.”

“If you are a dog and your owner suggests that you wear a sweater suggest that he wear a tail.”

“I always disliked dogs, those protectors of cowards who lack the courage to fight an assailant themselves.”

“How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? Four. Calling a tail a leg doesn't make it a leg.”

“Dog. A kind of additional or subsidiary Deity designed to catch the overflow and surplus of the world's worship.”

“You may drive a dog off the King's armchair, and it will climb into the preacher's pulpit; he views the world unmoved, unembarrassed, unabashed.”

“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.”

“In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn't merely try to train him to be semi-human. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog.”

“His friends he loved. His direst earthly foes -- cats -- I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, mine eyes the tail that wagg'd contempt at Fate.”

“If a dog doesn't put you first where are you both? In what relation? A dog needs God. It lives by your glances, your wishes. It even shares your humor. This happens about the fifth year. If it doesn't happen you are only keeping an animal.”

“Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery, if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just Tribute to the Memory of BOATSWAIN, a Dog.”

“The meeting in the open of two dogs, strangers to each other, is one of the most painful, thrilling, and pregnant of all conceivable encounters; it is surrounded by an atmosphere of the last canniness, presided over by a constraint for which I have no precise name; they simply cannot pass each other, their mutual embarrassment is frightful to behold.”