There are people in this world who can wear whale masks and people who cannot, and the wise know to which group they belong.

Every time you name yourself, you name someone else.

Nothing is more real than the masks we make to show each other who we are.

Masked, I advance.

No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.

Don't you know that a midnight hour comes when everyone has to take off his mask? Do you think life always lets itself be trifled with? Do you think you can sneak off a little before midnight to escape this?