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

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

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

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

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 ring always believes that the finger lives for it.