Malcolm de Chazal
Women eat while they are talking; men talk while they are eating.
We sometimes laugh from ear to ear, but it would be impossible for a smile to be wider than the distance between our eyes.
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.
The flower is a jumble of thighs, the sun’s harem – the most oriental thing imaginable.
The mind gets distracted in all sorts of ways. The heart is its own exclusive concern and diversion.
The family is a court of justice which never shuts down for night or day.
Laughter is regional: a smile extends over the whole face.
The idealist walks on tiptoe, the materialist on his heels.
The beautiful remains so in ugly surroundings.
Women make us poets, children make us philosophers.
Art is nature speeded up and God slowed down.
We always keep God waiting while we admit more importunate suitors.
Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey.
The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs.