The ring always believes that the finger lives for it.
A women knows how to keep quiet when she is in the right, whereas a man, when he is in the right, will keep on talking.
Women make us poets, children make us philosophers.
The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs.
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 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.