Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to speak of things of which I cannot speak, but also, which is even more interesting, but also that I, which is if possible even more interesting, that I shall have to, I forget, no matter. And at the same time I am obliged to speak. I shall never be silent. Never.

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

[T]he syndrome known as life is too diffuse to admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased, another is made worse. The horse leech's daughter is a closed system. Her quantum of wantum cannot vary.

All I say cancels out, I’ll have said nothing.

Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.

Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us!