Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey.

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

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.

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

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.

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

The ring always believes that the finger lives for it.