Quotations About / On:
[A]s a lady adjusts her dress before a mirror, a man adjusts his character by looking at his journal.
(James Boswell (1740-1795), Scottish author. (Originally published 1791). Life of Johnson, "30 March 1778," p. 898, Oxford University Press (1980).)
A book is a mirror: if an ape looks into it an apostle is hardly likely to look out.
(G.C. (Georg Christoph) Lichtenberg (1742-1799), German physicist, philosopher. "Notebook E," aph. 49, Aphorisms (written 1765-1799), trans. by R.J. Hollingdale (1990).)
The doctor should be opaque to his patients and, like a mirror, should show them nothing but what is shown to him.
(Sigmund Freud (1856-1939), Austrian psychiatrist. repr. in Complete Works, vol. 12, eds. James Strachey and Anna Freud (1958). Recommendations to Physicians Practising Psycho-Analysis, sct. G (1912).
On the ideal practice of psychoanalysis.)
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
(Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931), Lebanese poet, novelist. The Prophet (1923).)
Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
(Eugene O'Neill (1888-1953), U.S. dramatist. Lazarus, in Lazarus Laughed, act 2, sc. 1 (1927).)
The world has become uglier since it began to look into a mirror every day; so let us settle for the mirror image and do without an inspection of the original.
(Karl Kraus (1874-1936), Austrian satirist. repr. In In These Great Times: A Karl Kraus Reader, ed. Harry Zohn (1976). "In Praise of a Topsy-Turvy Lifestyle," Simplicissimus, Munich (1908).)
A story of particular facts is a mirror which obscures and distorts that which should be beautiful; poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which it distorts.
(Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), British poet. A Defence of Poetry (written 1821, published 1840).)
If all men are made in God's reflection, then why do some people continue to acknowledge only what is in their part of the mirror? If every man was created equal and in the image of God, then how can any man claim that one race is better than another?
If you want to judge a fellow by the street, check yourself out first in the mirror before going out. Just like how you curse yourself when you got a terrible pimple.
Like the beloved in a canoe paddled by her love is the willow tree trailing her lacy fingers in the lake.. wherever she breaks its blue mirror she paints the water sunset gold