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Quotes by Dramatist
"From this day to the ending of the world,But we in it shall be remembered-We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;For he to-day that sheds his blood with meShall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,This day shall gentle his condition;And gentlemen in England now-a-bedShall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaksThat fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."
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"There is nothing harder than the softness of indifference."
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"Beckett had an unerring light on things, which I much appreciated."
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"Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves."
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"If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it."
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"In fine, nothing is said now that has not been said before."
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"I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death."
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"This particular nurse said, Cancer cells are those which have forgotten how to die. I was so struck by this statement."
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"True, I am young, but for souls nobly born valor doesn't await the passing of years."
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"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad."
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"To leave town, and the struggle and the swim of life, and go and hide yourself in a farmhouse is not life -- it is egoism, laziness; it is a kind of monasticism, but monasticism without action. A man needs, not six feet of land, not a farm, but the whole earth, all Nature, where in full liberty he can display all the properties and qualities of the free spirit."
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"One could never pay too high a price for any sensation."
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"All causes shall give way: I am in bloodStepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,Returning were as tedious as go o'er."
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"Lice consume grass, rust consumes iron, and lying the soul!"
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"Three o'clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can't sleep, I am so happy."
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"I have everything, yet have nothing; and although I possess nothing, still of nothing am I in want."
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"If Attila the Hun were alive today, he'd be a drama critic."
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"I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife."
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"Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together."
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"The family, that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor in our innermost hearts never quite wish to."
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"The bad end unhappily, the good unluckily. That is what tragedy means."
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"If there were a sympathy in choice,War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it,Making it momentary as a sound,Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,Brief as the lightning in the collied nightThat, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'The jaws of darkness do devour it up;So quick bright things come to confusion."
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"It is the old battle, between those who use a toothbrush and those who don't."
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"I have noticed that when things happen in one's imaginings, they never happen in one's life."
Life,
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"It was useless trying to explain to Cecila that poetry wasn't a commodity, that it could never be bought or sold, that it was, in fact, unteansferrable, remaining forever a part of the one who wrote it."
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