You Slam A Politician, You Make Out

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.

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.

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.

Sainthood Is Acceptable Only In Saints.