Be fond of the man who jests at his scars, if you like; but never believe he is being on the level with you.

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

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.

I hated the bangs in the war: I always felt a silent war would be more tolerable.

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.

Sainthood is acceptable only in saints.

Be fond of the man who jests at his scars, if you like; but never believe he is being on the level with you.