Quotes About Individuality

My persona has always been what a man was never supposed to be. Outrageous, gregarious, crazy, silly, funny.

Every man has a right to keep his own sentiments if he pleases.

Specialization is for insects... The race of man? He's a whole other creature.

Men are not potatoes!

I, painting from myself and to myself, Know what I do, am unmoved by men's blame Or their praise either.

Style is less the man than the way a man takes himself.

Nothing is greater than to break the chains from the bodies of men, nothing nobler than to destroy the phantom of the soul.

It seems to me that before a man tries to express anything to the world he must recognize in himself an individual, a new one, very distinct from others.

There comes a time in every man's life when he's consumed by the desire to spit on his palms, hoist the black flag and start cutting throats.

In men this blunder still you find; all think their little set mankind.

Repent, Harlequin," said the Ticktock Man. "Get stuffed," the Harlequin replied.

Stand-up is every man for himself; you learn from hanging out at these clubs and watching other guys, and then trying not to be like them.

Men must go out of their minds.

The man just is, but clothes are becoming.

The framework of men's wear is so narrow, that when you play at the edges you get labeled.

The mystery of one man is too immense and too profound to be explained by another man.

The mass of men serve the state thus, not as men mainly, but as machines, with their bodies.

Men talk of freedom! How many are free to think? Free from fear, from perturbation, from prejudice? Nine hundred and ninety-nine in a thousand are perfect slaves.

For the most part we stupidly confound one man with another. The dull distinguish only races or nations, or at most classes, but the wise man, individuals.

I saw a muskrat come out of a hole in the ice ... While I am looking at him, I am thinking what he is thinking of me. He is a different sort of man, that's all.

Man is but the place where I stand.

What sort of space is that which separates a man from his fellows and makes him solitary?

A tanned skin is something more than respectable, and perhaps olive is a fitter color than white for a man,--a denizen of the woods. "The pale white man!" I do not wonder that the African pitied him.

Wherever you may seek solitude, men will ferret you out and compel you to belong to their desperate company of oddfellows.