Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. -Songs of Sapphique
The gigantic catastrophes that threaten us today are not elemental happenings of a physical or biological order, but psychic events. To a quite terrifying degree we are threatened by wars and revolutions which are nothing other than psychic epidemics. At any moment several million human beings may be smitten with a new madness, and then we shall have another world war or devastating revolution. Instead of being at the mercy of wild beasts, earthquakes, landslides, and inundations, modern man is battered by the elemental forces of his own psyche.
When among wild beasts, if they menace you, be a wild beast.
In this job it's like beasts of prey in a cage
As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.
Sorrow was made for man, not for beasts; yet if men encourage melancholy too much, they become no better than beasts.
In silence all our usual patterns assault us. . . That is why most people give up rather quickly. When Jesus was led by the Spirit into the wilderness, the first things to show up were the wild beasts.
Many birds and beasts are. . . as fit to go to Heaven as many human beings - people who talk of their seats there with as much confidence as if they had booked them at a box office.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou has no name to be known by, let us call thee devil. . . . O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!
Men practice war; beasts do not.
The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear
A street thug and a paid killer are professionals - beasts of prey, if you will, who have dissociated themselves from the rest of humanity and can now see human beings in the same way that trout fishermen see trout.
There are few wild beasts more to be dreaded than a talking man having nothing to say.
There is a darkness in you. In all of us, probably. Beasts we keep chained. Ordinary men have to keep the chains strong, for if we let the beast loose then society will turn upon us with fiery vengeance. Kings though. . . well, who is there to turn upon them? So the chains are made of straw. It is the curse of kings, Helikaon, that they can become monsters. And they invariably do.
Either men will learn to live like brothers, or they will die like beasts.
Until a man has love, it is well he should have fear. So long as there are wild beasts about, it is better to be afraid than secure.
Fair peace is becoming to men; fierce anger belongs to beasts.
How some dare scorn (as if a fabulous lie) that they should rise whom death to dust doth bind -- and like to beasts, a beastly life they lead, who naught attend save death when they are dead.
The ape, vilest of beasts, how like to us.
Human brutes, like other beasts, find snares and poison in the provision of life, and are allured by their appetites to their destruction.