Come, I tell you. You have chattered enough about corruption. Now you shall look on it face to face!
Come, I tell you. You have chattered enough about corruption. Now you shall look on it face to face!
Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man's face. It cannot be concealed.
But beauty, real beauty, ends where all intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes al nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are! Except, of course, in the Church. But then in the Church they don't think.
A mask tells us more than a face.
A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction.
They flaunt their conjugal felicity in one's face, as if it were the most fascinating of sins.
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