A great many quite good plays could be performed with rhythmic howls in the place of dialogue and lose almost nothing by the change.

My memory is certainly in my hands. I can remember things only if I have a pencil and I can write with it and I can play with it. ... I think your hand concentrates for you. I don't know why it should be so.

... to lovers innumerable things do not matter.

Destiny is another name for humanity's half-hearted yet persistent search for death. Again and again peoples have had the chance to live and show what would happen if human life were irrigated by continual happiness; and they have preferred to blow up the canals and perish of drought.

It is always one's virtues and not one's vices that precipitate one into disaster.

She saw she had fallen into the hands of one of those doctors who have strayed too far from apparent in the direction of the soul.

Nobody ever wrote a good book simply by collecting a number of accurate facts and valid ideas.