Nothing is so tiresome to one's self, as well as so odious to others, as disguise and affectation.


Writings (ed. Library of America, 1987)


Nothing is so tiresome to one's self, as well as so odious to others, as disguise and affectation.

Nothing is so tiresome to one's self, as well as so odious to others, as disguise and affectation.

Nothing is so tiresome to one's self, as well as so odious to others, as disguise and affectation.

Nothing is so tiresome to one's self, as well as so odious to others, as disguise and affectation.