A Quote by Billy Strayhorn

I'm not fit company for man or beast. — © Billy Strayhorn
I'm not fit company for man or beast.
Ain't fit for man nor beast
Superstition changes a man to a beast, fanaticism makes him a wild beast, and despotism a beast of burden.
Beast?" Jane murmured. "Then God make me a beast; for, man or beast, I am yours.
A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast, the less he knows it.
A man without justice is a beast, and a man who would make himself a beast forgets the pain of being a man.
For the world is broken, sundered, busted down the middle, self ripped from self and man pasted back together as mythical monster, half angel, half beast, but no man...Some day a man will walk into my office as a ghost or beast or ghost-beast and walk out as a man, which is to say sovereign wanderer, lordly exile, worker and waiter and watcher.
There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.
His passion has aroused the best and the beast in man. And the beast waited for him in the kitchen.
The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.
The will to domination is a ravenous beast. There are never enough warm bodies to satiate its monstrous hunger. Once alive, this beast grows and grows, feeding on all the life around it, scouring the earth to find new sources of nourishment. This beast lives in each man who battens on female servitude.
A man who behaves like a beast is worse than the beast.
O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.
Fruits are always of the same nature with the seeds and roots from which they come, and trees are known by the fruits they bear: as a man begets a man, and a beast a beast, that society of men which constitutes a government upon the foundation of justice.
You've got a man-beast, and a ho-beast.
There is also a beast, a beast of strange dimensions. He has the head of a horse and the body of a man who needs a lot of attention. He represents me in college: I was a dork-ataur.
I think that if the beast who sleeps in man could be held down by threats of any kind, whether of jail or retribution, then the highest emblem of humanity would be the lion tamer, not the prophet who sacrificed himself.... What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.
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