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
A man finds room in the few square inches of the face for the traits of all his ancestors; for the expression of all his history, and his wants. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
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
