Quote by William Shakespeare

“With an unseen inner-smile, the beetle carried on its journey, rolling manure. It had decided that stones were not to its liking. It was…

— Stephen Craig

“Like the dung beetle, I had my comfortable burrow and my ball of sustenance, and like the dung beetle I was happy.”

— Donald O'Donovan

“He then represented to himself the human species, as it really is, as a parcel of insects devouring one another on a little atom…

— Voltaire

“He was grateful, then, for his friends, and for how relatively little they had mined from him, how they had left him to himself,…

— Hanya Yanagihara

“What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us theirs?”

— Emile Cioran

“It is the individual mainly which draws me—the struggling, blundering, passionate insect vainly striving against the river of Life and seeking to divert the…

— Robert E. Howard

“He fought to destroy those monsters, yet found they never seemed to die—rising anew every dawn.”

— Elizabeth D. Marie

“Nestled up against the wall, where Professor Quirrell had stumbled, glistened the crushed remains of a beautiful blue beetle.”

— Eliezer Yudkowsky

“Any creature, even one as unassuming as a fish, can become something mighty. When they courageously endure their trials, they meet their destiny.”

— Colleen Houck

“A worthwhile day, I had killed two spiders, I had upset the balance of nature - now we would all be eaten up by…

— Charles Bukowski

“We are all insects. Groping towards something terrible or divine.”

— Philip K. Dick

“Though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are still pretty glorious. ”

— Jack Kerouac