“None will ever be a true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows and one of sadness, boredom, or indifference over his inward joy.”

“So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts.”

“Distant or near,
in joy or in sorrow,
each in the other
sees his true helper
to brotherly freedom.”

“Woe to him who doesn't know how to wear his mask, be he king or pope!”

“He wears a mask, and his face grows to fit it.”

“Over the years I have learned that what is important in a dress is the woman who is wearing it.”

“Real genuine joy is borne of sadness and sorrow.”

“The most profound joy has more of gravity than of gaiety in it.”

“There was a sad fellow over on a bar stool talking to the bartender, who was polishing a glass and listening with that plastic smile people wear when they are trying not to scream.”

“On the whole, there is one thing that is very common; you can find it in each and in everyone, in yourself just as I find it in myself: sin and sins. There is one thing that is very rare: true sorrow over one’s sin, which no doubt is why it is made necessary every holy day to pray in the opening prayer in the church service “that we might learn to sorrow over our sins.””