Be Fond Of The Man Who Jests

We Demand That People Should Be True To The Pictures We Have Of Them, No Matter How Repulsive Those Pictures May Be: We Prefer The True Portrait (as We Have Conceived It), In All Its Homogeneity, To One With A Detail Added Which Refuses To Fit In.

Be Fond Of The Man Who Jests At His Scars, If You Like; But Never Believe He Is Being On The Level With You.

There Are Few Things More Disturbing Than To Find, In Somebody We Detest, A Moral Quality Which Seems To Us Demonstrably Superior To Anything We Ourselves Possess. It Augurs Not Merely An Unfairness On The Part Of Creation, But A Lack Of Artistic Judgment. Sainthood Is Acceptable Only In Saints.

The Sky Broke Like An Egg Into Full Sunset And The Water Caught Fire.

I Hated The Bangs In The War: I Always Felt A Silent War Would Be More Tolerable.