Our expression and our words never coincide, which is why the animals don’t understand us.

Laughter is regional: a smile extends over the whole face.

A women knows how to keep quiet when she is in the right, whereas a man, when he is in the right, will keep on talking.

We sometimes laugh from ear to ear, but it would be impossible for a smile to be wider than the distance between our eyes.

The beautiful remains so in ugly surroundings.

The idealist walks on tiptoe, the materialist on his heels.

The mind gets distracted in all sorts of ways. The heart is its own exclusive concern and diversion.

Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey.

The man who can make others laugh secures more votes for a measure than the man who forces them to think.

Women make us poets, children make us philosophers.

Art is nature speeded up and God slowed down.

We always keep God waiting while we admit more importunate suitors.

Our expression and our words never coincide, which is why the animals don’t understand us.

The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs.

Animals awaken, first facially, then bodily. Men’s bodies wake before their faces do. The animal sleeps within its body, man sleeps with his body in his mind.

The family is a court of justice which never shuts down for night or day.

Women eat while they are talking; men talk while they are eating.

The flower is a jumble of thighs, the sun’s harem – the most oriental thing imaginable.