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.

The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.

Sainthood is acceptable only in saints.

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.

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.

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.

I have always wanted to write in such a way that will make people think, Why, I've always thought that but never found the words for it.