Quotes About Individuality

Human beings, for all their pretensions, have a remarkable propensity for lending themselves to classification somewhere within neatly labeled categories. Even the outrageous exceptions may be classified as outrageous exceptions!

Human beings, for all their pretensions, have a remarkable propensity for lending themselves to classification somewhere within neatly labelled categories. Even the outrageous exceptions may be classified as outrageous exceptions

Todo el mundo piensa que no encaja del todo. Es parte de la maldición de ser humano.

My own belief is that there is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast, would not fill the world at large with surprise and horror.

I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there's more enterprise In walking naked

Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

Every man is himself a class; every hour carries its new challenge.

Go on, live in your poultry-yard. Scratch straw and cluck and cackle at everything that you take for a fox. [Exit.

Don't be a luddy-duddy! Don't be a mooncalf! Don't be a jabbernowl! You're not those, are you?

Every man carries with him through life a mirror, as unique and impossible to get rid of as his shadow.

The friends who met here and embraced are gone, Each to his own mistake;

Some writers confuse authenticity, which they ought always to aim at, with originality, which they should never bother about.

And each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom.

The surest sign that a man has a genuine taste of his own is that he is uncertain of it.

No poet or novelist wishes he was the only one who ever lived, but most of them wish they were the only one alive, and quite a number believe their wish has been granted.

When someone between twenty and forty says, apropos of a work of art, 'I know what I like,' he is really saying 'I have no taste of my own but accept the taste of my cultural milieu.

Every man carries within him through life a mirror, as unique and impossible to get rid of as his shadow. A parlor game for a wet afternoon – imaging the mirrors of one's friends. A has a huge pier glass, gilded and baroque, B a discreet little pocket mirror in a pigskin case with his initials stamped on the back; whenever one looks at C, he is in the act of throwing his mirror away but, if one looks in his pocket or up his sleeve, one always finds another, like an extra ace.

Sorry, my dear, one mustn't be bohemian!

Every eye must weep alone Till I Will be overthrown But I Will can be removed, Not having sese enough to gaurd against I Know, But I Will can be removed. Then all I's can meet and grow, I am become I Love, I Have Not I Am Loved Then all I's can meet and grow,. Till I Will be overthrown Every eye must weep alone.

Only as I am, can I love you as you are

Her journal is my journal. All mine is stale reading now. She has written down all my thoughts and forestalled me! Already I have found some heart-rending parallels. To think I am only a replica: how humiliating for a human being to find himself merely a duplicate of another.

When everyone is somebody, then no one's anybody.

I am an acquired taste.

The Hydra calls me but I am used to it It calls me Everybody But I know my name and do not answer