Women Make Us Poets, Children Make Us

In Mixed Company Women Practise A Kind Of Visual Shorthand That They Later Decode In Detail In Other Women's Company.

The Family Is A Court Of Justice Which Never Shuts Down For Night Or Day.

Our Expression And Our Words Never Coincide, Which Is Why The Animals Don't Understand Us.

The Ring Always Believes That The Finger Lives For It.

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.