Why can’t you remember your Shakespeare and forget the third-raters. You’ll find what you’re trying to say in him- as you’ll find everything else worth saying. 'We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with sleep.'' - 'Fine! That’s beautiful. But I wasn’t trying to say that. We are such stuff as manure is made on, so let’s drink up and forget it. That’s more my idea.

We fought so long against small things that we became small ourselves.

None of us can help the things life has done to us. They’re done before you realize it, and once they’re done they make you do other things until at last everything comes between you and what you’d like to be, and you’ve lost your true self forever.

The devil! what beastly things our memories insist on cherishing!

Dey's some things I don't got to be told. I kin read them in folks' eyes.

We are such things as rubbish is made of, so let's drink up and forget it.

There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.