Be fond of the man who jests at his scars, if you like; but never believe he is being on the level with you.
Believe Jests Like
I hated the bangs in the war: I always felt a silent war would be more tolerable.
The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.
Broke Sky Like
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.
His Out Wife