… a beast
See {46085} for more of Truman’s view.
Are we beasts? Are we taking this too far?
The Prime Minister was viewing films of the effects on cities of Allied bombing of Germany.
Anyone who has no need of anybody but himself is either a beast or a God.
The mass of mankind are evidently slavish in their tastes, preferring a life suitable to beasts.
Either men will learn to live like brothers, or they will die like beasts.
Good to know: Doctors can't cure you of being a beast.
We live like caged beasts waiting for the day to let the rage free.
Yes I’m a beast and I feast when I conquer!
It is a curious fact that no man likes to call himself a glutton, and yet each of us has in him a trace of gluttony, potential or actual. I cannot believe that there exists a single coherent human being who will not confess, at least to himself, that once or twice he has stuffed himself to bursting point on anything from quail financiere to flapjacks, for no other reason than the beastlike satisfaction of his belly.
When we exist without thought or thanksgiving we are not men, but beasts.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.