The dark is light enough.

I travel light; as light, that is, as a man can travel who will still carry his body around because of its sentimental value.

Who apart from ourselves, can see any difference between our victories and our defeats?

Day's work is still to do, Whatever the day's doom.

The skirts of the gods Drag in our mud. We feel the touch And take it to be a kiss.

Poetry has the virtue of being able to say twice as much as prose in half the time, and the drawback, if you do not give it your full attention, of seeming to say half as much in twice the time.

In my plays I want to look at life at the commonplace of existence as if we had just turned a corner and run into it for the first time.