Quote by Albert Camus
Alas after a certain age, every man is responsible for his own fac

Alas after a certain age, every man is responsible for his own face. – Albert Camus

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In our wildest aberrations we dream of an equilibrium we have left behind and which we naively expect to find at the end of our errors. Childish presumption which justifies the fact that child-nations, inheriting our follies, are now directing our history. – Albert Camus

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Whoever today speaks of human existence in terms of power, efficiency, and historical tasks is an actual or potential assassin. – Albert Camus

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He had a face like a blessing. – Miguel de Cervantes

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The serial number of a human specimen is the face, that accidental and unrepeatable combination of features. It reflects neither character nor soul, nor what we call the self. The face is only the serial number of a specimen. – Milan Kundera

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We can see nothing whatever of the soul unless it is visible in the expression of the countenance; one might call the faces at a large assembly of people a history of the human soul written in a kind of Chinese ideograms. – G. C. (Georg Christoph) Lichtenberg

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My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain. – W. H. Auden

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Under his spurning feet, the road
Like an arrowly alpine river flowed
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind…. – Thomas Buchanan Read