A Quote by Jules Renard

I finally know what distinguishes man from the other beasts: financial worries. — © Jules Renard
I finally know what distinguishes man from the other beasts: financial worries.
I know at last what distinguishes man from animals; financial worries.
What distinguishes us humans from animals is our conscience. Once our conscience is gone we lose our humanness. Without conscience, humans can be far more dangerous than beasts. Beasts kill for food, humans kill for ideology. Beasts kill just enough to eat. Humans can kill endlessly.
It's good to let the other worries have a vacation and have different worries take over and then go back to the old worries.
Given that we glimpse what distinguishes man from the beast, is there anything that distinguishes woman from man?
Men are beasts! Nothing more! We fight! We kill! We devour our prey! Beasts do not stand behind beasts, little prince... They use each other so long as it suits their own selfish purpose!
The ability to make love frivolously is the chief characteristic which distinguishes human beings from beasts.
The ability to make love frivolously is the chief characteristic which distinguishes human beings from the beasts.
Faculty X is a sense of reality of other places and other times, and it is the possession of it—fragmentary and uncertain though it is—that distinguishes man from all other animals.
The Imagination that is raised in man (or any other creature imbued with the faculty of imagining) by words, or other voluntary signs, is that we generally call Understanding; and is common to Man and Beasts.
The hours of a wise man are lengthened by his ideas, as those of a fool are by his passions. The time of the one is long, because he does not know what to do with it; so is that of the other, because he distinguishes every moment of it with useful or amusing thoughts--or, in other words, because the one is always wishing it away, and the other always enjoying it.
What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, men would die from great loneliness of spirit
Sorrow was made for man, not for beasts; yet if men encourage melancholy too much, they become no better than beasts.
What worries me the most is that I don't know when my patience will run out, when I'll finally do something really stupid. Wait and see.
Men are sponges, which, to pour out, receive; Who know false play, rather than lose, deceive. For in best understandings sin began, Angels sinn'd first, then devils, and then man. Only perchance beasts sin not ; wretched we Are beasts in all but white integrity.
Talking nonsense is man's only privilege that distinguishes him from all other organisms.
Flying is a man's job and its worries are a man's worries.
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