Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.

Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.

My mistakes are my life.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.

Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.

In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?

I cannot explain my plays. Each must find out for himself what is meant