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!
Frugality is misery in disguise.
A mask has but one expression, frozen and eternal, yet it is always and ever the essential expression, and to hide one’s telltale flesh behind the external skeleton of the mask is to display the universal identity of the inner being in place of the outer identity that is transitory and corrupt. A mask, any […]
Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.
Although I know it’s unfair I reveal myself One mask at a time.
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 […]