The Sky Broke Like An

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.

Sainthood Is Acceptable Only In Saints.

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.

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