If faces were different when lit from above or below – what was a face? What was anything?
I will survive. I face mine enemies naked, and my courage is my shield.
I don’t want no better book than what your face is.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
But a man’s beauty represents inner, functional truths: his face shows what he can do. And what is that compared to the magnificent uselessness of a woman’s face?
Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.
