Women make us poets, children make us philosophers.
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.
Laughter is regional: a smile extends over the whole face.
Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey.
In mixed company women practise a kind of visual shorthand that they later decode in detail in other women's company.