Be fond of the man who jests at his scars, if you like; but never believe he is being on the level with you.
I hated the bangs in the war: I always felt a silent war would be more tolerable.
More I Hated
The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.
Water Sunset Caught
Sainthood is acceptable only in saints.
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.
Make Him His