How hideous is the semicolon.

Fail, fail again, fail better.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.

I don’t like animals. It’s a strange thing, I don’t like men and I don’t like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.

Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.

Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.