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

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

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.

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

Chins are exclusively a human feature, not to be found among the beasts. Ithey had chins, most animals would look like each other.

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

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