No one can wear a mask for very long.
Virtue will not be followed but for herself; and, if we sometimes borrow her mask for some other occasion, she presently pulls it off again.
Everything that is profound loves the mask.
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
The mask is torn off, the reality remains.
To me men are for what they are, They wear no masks with me.
To make her onset worse, malice pretends to be good.
