Be Fond Of The Man Who Jests

Sainthood Is Acceptable Only In Saints.

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.

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

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.

I Have Always Wanted To Write In Such A Way That Will Make People Think, Why, I've Always Thought That But Never Found The Words For It.