The Sky Broke Like An Egg Into

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

The Most Deeply Moving Element In The Contemplation Of Beauty Is The Element Of Loss. We Desire To Hold; But The Sunset Melts Into The Night, And The Secret Of The Painting On The Wall Can Never Be The Secret Of The Buyer.

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

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.

You Slam A Politician, You Make Out He's The Devil, With Horns And Hoofs. But His Wife Loves Him, And So Did All His Mistresses.