Cruel Men Cry Easily At The Cinema.

Sometimes I See Myself Reflected Too Closely In Other Men For Comfort, And Then I Have An Enormous Wish To Believe In The Saints, In Heroic Virtue.

Any Man Who Knocks On The Door Of A Brothel Is Looking For God.

A Petty Reason Perhaps Why Novelists More And More Try To Keep A Distance From Journalists Is That Novelists Are Trying To Write The Truth And Journalists Are Trying To Write Fiction.

Hate Is An Automatic Response To Fear, For Fear Humiliates.

Sweet Are The Thoughts That Savor Of Content: The Quiet Mind Is Richer Than A Crown.