Books bear him up a while, and make him try to swim with bladders of philosophy.

I shall never forgive you for teaching me how to love life.

The theatre is my drug. And my illness is so far advanced that my physic must be of the highest quality.

I wish to be moved. I cannot feel in life. I must have others do it for me in theater.

Dead we become the lumber of the world.

All men would be cowards if they could.

Nothing suits worse with vice than want of sense