Abused as we abuse it at present, dramatic art is in no sense cathartic; it is merely a form of emotional masturbation.

For in spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody.

"Consider the matter dispassionately, Mr. Foster, and you will see that no offence is so heinous as unorthodoxy of behaviour. Murder kills only the individual- and after all, wha is an individual? ". . . ." We can make a new one with the greatest of ease- as many as we like. Unorthodoxy threatens more than the life of a mere individual; it strikes at Society itself."

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

It takes two to make a murder. There are born victims, born to have their throats cut, as the cut-throats are born to be hanged.

In life, man proposes, God disposes.

I'm sick. I've eaten civilisation and I'm sick.