I Have Always Wanted To Write In

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

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

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

Sainthood Is Acceptable Only In Saints.

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.