Be Fond Of The Man Who Jests

Sainthood Is Acceptable Only In Saints.

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.

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 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.

Be Fond Of The Man Who Jests At His Scars, If You Like; But Never Believe He Is Being On The Level With You.