Women make us poets, children make us philosophers.

The ring always believes that the finger lives for it.

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.

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 glance embroiders in joy, knits in pain, and sews in boredom. When indifferent, the eye takes stills, when interested, movies. Laughter is regional: a smile extends over the whole face.

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