Self-consciousness is the curse of the city and all that sophistication implies.

If you happen to have a wart on your nose or forehead, you cannot help imagining that no one in the world has anything else to do but stare at your wart, laugh at it, and condemn you for it, even though you have discovered America.

Those people who are uncomfortable in themselves are disagreeable to others.

When we are self-conscious, we cannot be wholly aware; we must throw ourselves out first. This throwing ourselves away is the act of creativity.

He that has a big nose thinks everyone speaks of it.