Quotes About Authenticity

How could I describe our relationship even to myself without either disparaging it or insulting it with the tawdry decoration of sentimentality?

Cultivate solitude and quiet and a few sincere friends, rather than mob merriment, noise and thousands of nodding acquaintances.

What is originality? Undetected plagiarism.

Adapt your style, if you wish, to admit the color of slang or freshness of neologism, but hang tough on clarity, precision, structure, grace.

Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, And when you laugh, laugh like hell, And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

It takes a lot of rehearsing for a man to be himself.

Cheat your landlord if you can and must, but do not try to shortchange the Muse. It cannot be done. You can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal.

So cheat your landlord if you can and must, but do not try to shortchange the Muse. It cannot be done. You can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal.

The Pentecostal power, when you sum it all up, is just more of God's love. If it does not bring more love, it is simply a counterfeit.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

This above all - to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as night follows day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

Let me have no lying; it becomes none but tradesmen.

Truth hath a quiet breast.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at.

I will not jump with common spiritsAnd rank me with the barbarous multitude.

I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:I am no orator, as Brutus is;But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

He wants the natural touch.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

His nature is too noble for the world:He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent.

I'll prove more trueThan those that have more cunning to be strange.

How should I your true love knowFrom another one?By his cockle hat and staff,And his sandal shoon.