The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise.
Genius is perseverance in disguise.
Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool.
Clad in a lion’s shaggy hide An ass spread terror far and wide.
We all wear some disguise, make some professions, use some artifice, to set ourselves off as being better than we are; and yet it is not denied that we have some good intentions and praiseworthy qualities at bottom.
Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the […]
Dressed in the lion’s skin, the ass spread terror far and wide.
We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others, that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.
All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks… strike, strike through the mask!
Woe to him who doesn’t know how to wear his mask, be he king or Pope!