A collection of masks, depicting historical figures in life and what I like to call the eternal repose.
The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much of social life is exhausting; one is wearing a mask. I have shed my mask.
[Dr. Constain James] refuted so well the aberrations of Darwinism. . . . [A system] which is repugnant at once to history, to the tradition of all people, to exact science, to observed facts, and even to reason itself, would seem to need no refutation. But the corruption of this age, the machinations of the perverse, the danger of the simple, demand that such fancies, altogether absurd though they are, should - since they borrow the mask of science - be refuted by true science.
What is death? A scary mask. Take it off-see, it doesn't bite.
Faith pulls the black mask from the face of trouble, and discovers the angel beneath.
She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love.
Taking care of yourself is being there for your kids, like how on a plane, they tell you to put on your oxygen mask first.
When two persons open up to each other just as they are, friendship grows. When two persons are ready to drop their masks, they have taken a tremendous step towards religiousness. So love, friendship, anything that helps you to drop the mask, is taking you towards religion. But the pseudo-religions have done just the opposite. They are against love. You can understand now, why they are against love: because love will destroy the personality, and the pseudo-religion depends on your personality.
For myself I don't like the geisha look. It's like a mask.
I wear the mask. It does not wear me.
Central to Jungian psychology is the concept of "individuation," the process whereby a person discovers and evolves his Self, as opposed to his ego. The ego is a persona, a mask created and demanded by everyday social interaction, and, as such, it constitutes the center of our conscious life, our understanding of ourselves through the eyes of others. The Self, on the other hand, is our true center, our awareness of ourselves without outside interference, and it is developed by bringing the conscious and unconscious parts of our minds into harmony.
Yet birth, and lust, and illness, and death are changeless things, and when one of these harsh facts springs out upon a man at some sudden turn of the path of life, it dashes off for the moment his mask of civilization and gives a glimpse of the stranger and stronger face below.
Always take earplugs and an eye mask. It doesn't matter where you are. Even if you're in the best hotel, if there's road works outside, then you're screwed. So I take earplugs and an eye mask with me wherever I go.
The ceding of Alsace-Lorraine is nothing but war in perpetuity under the mask of peace.
If you choose to be Frankenstein with Botox and plastic surgery, you've bought your own private mask.
Boredom is a mask frustration wears.
Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.
All we really want in the end is to be connected once again with the Truth of our being, to realize what it is that wears this mask of self.
As long as there have been men and they have lived, they have all felt this tragic ambiguity of their condition, but as long as there have been philosophers and they have thought, most of them have tried to mask it.
Every profound spirit needs a mask: even more, around every profound spirit a mask is continually growing.