Our masks, always in peril of smearing or cracking, in need of continuous check in the mirror or silverware, keep us in thrall to ourselves, concerned with our surfaces. – Carolyn Kizer
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
As a beauty Im not a great star. Others are handsomer far; but my face — I dont mind it because Im behind it; it the folks out in front that I jar. – A. H. Euwer
Friendship is held to be the severest test of character. It is easy, we think, to be loyal to a family and clan, whose blood is in your own veins. – Charles Alexander Eastman
