The ears are the last feature to age.

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

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

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

In mixed company women practise a kind of visual shorthand that they later decode in detail in other women's company.

In the distance, the gestures of animals look human, the gestures of human beings bestial.

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