[On cloning sheep:] Oh great, just what we need - more sheep.
In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.
Put the hay down where the sheep can reach it.
To say a sheep has 5 legs doesn't make it so.
To create man was a quaint and original idea, but to add the sheep was tautology.
A flock of sheep near the airport or a high voltage generator beside the orchard: these combinations open up my life like a wound, but they also heal it. That's why my feelings always come in twos.
There is nothing quite so terrifying as a mad sheep.
God has, in fact, thought of us from eternity and has loved us as unique individuals. He has called every one of us by name, as the Good Shepherd 'calls His sheep by name. '
There was a sound in the background like a distant sheep coughing gently on a mountainside. Jeeves sailing into action.
The best way to control cow and sheep is to give them a big grazing field.
Creeds are definitions of what it means to be a Christian. They are fences that, albeit imperfectly, seek to separate sheep from goats.
A nation of sheep will beget a government of wolves.
If Someone wants a sheep, then that means that he exists.
A little sturdiness when superiors are much in the wrong sometimes occasions consideration. And there is truth in the old saying that if you make yourself a sheep, the wolves will eat you.
Work - other people's work - is an intolerable idea to a cat. Can you picture cats herding sheep or agreeing to pull a cart? They will not inconvenience themselves to the slightest degree.
The goat's business is none of the sheep's concern.
I too have been in the underworld, as was Odysseus, and I will often be there again; not only sheep have I sacrificed so as to beable to speak with a few dead souls, but neither have I spared my own blood as well.
. . . if fifty bands of men surrounded us and every sword sang for your blood, you could make off still with their cows and sheep.
I think I could sing and shear a few sheep at the same time.
From the window, above the clatter of pots and the slamming of cabinets, Francis was singing, as though it was the happiest song in the world: 'We are the little black sheep who have gone astray. . . Baa baa baa. . . Gentlemen songsters off on a spree. . . Doomed from here to eternity. . .
