A man finds room in the few square inches of his face for the traits of all his ancestors; for the expression of all his history, and his wants. – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Conduct of Life
No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
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
Today I love myself as I love my god: who could charge me with a sin today? I know only sins against my god but who knows my god? – Friedrich Nietzsche