It seems that laughter needs an echo.

The only cure for vanity is laughter, and the only fault that is laughable is vanity.

In laughter we always find an unavowed intention to humiliate and consequently to correct our neighbour.

An absolute can only be given in an intuition, while all the rest has to do with analysis.

To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.

I see plainly how external images influence the image that I call my body: they transmit movement to it.