Age is like love, it cannot be hid.
Art is a human activity consisting in this, that one man consciously, by means of certain external signs, hands on to others feelings he has lived through, and that other people are infected by these feelings, and also experience them.
Each of us is full of too many wheels, screws and valves to permit us to judge one another on a first impression or by two or three external signs.
In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.
What's going on in the inside shows on the outside.
The canker which the trunk conceals is revealed by the leaves, the fruit, or the flower.
