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Sainthood Is Acceptable Only In Saints.

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.

The Sky Broke Like An Egg Into Full Sunset And The Water Caught Fire.

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.

I Hated The Bangs In The War: I Always Felt A Silent War Would Be More Tolerable.