The Only Sin Is The Sin Of

The Loss Of My Sight Was A Great Fillip. If I Could Go Deaf And Dumb I Think I Might Pant On To Be A Hundred.

I Cannot Explain My Plays. Each Must Find Out For Himself What Is Meant

What A Joy To Know Where One Is, And Where One Will Stay, Without Being There. Nothing To Do But Stretch Out Comfortably On The Rack, In The Blissful Knowledge You Are Nobody For All Eternity. A Pity I Should Have To Give Tongue At The Same Time, It Prevents It From Bleeding In Peace, Licking The Lips.

It's Impossible I Should Have A Mind And I Have One

We Lose Our Hair, Our Teeth! Our Bloom, Our Ideals.