There’s many a man has more hair than wit.
It doesn’t matter how long my hair is or what colour my skin is or whether I’m a woman or a man.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Hair brings one’s self-image into focus; it is vanity’s proving ground. Hair is terribly personal, a tangle of mysterious prejudices.
Hair style is the final tip-off whether or not a woman really knows herself.
If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in a library?