It’s not the appearance, it’s the essence. It’s not the money, it’s the education. It’s not the clothes, it’s the class.

No white American ever thinks that any other race is wholly civilized until he wears the white man’s clothes, eats the white man’s food, speaks the white man’s language, and professes the white man’s religion.

People used to wear ordinary clothes weekdays, and formal attire on Sunday. Today it is the exact reverse.

A dog has no use for fancy cars or big homes or designer clothes. Status symbols mean nothing to him. A waterlogged stick will do just fine. A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his.

Are you your clothes? Are you your name? Are you your profession? Stop identifying with them. They come and go

There exists no more repulsive and desolate creature in the world than the man who has evaded his genius and who now looks furtively to left and right, behind him and all about him. … He is wholly exterior, without kernel, a tattered, painted bag of clothes.