But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.

For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the only way one can speak of God is to speak of him as though…

But he had hardly felt the absurdity of those things, on the one hand, and the necessity of those others, on the other (for it is rare that the feeling of absu…

We are no longer the same, you wiser but not sadder, and I sadder but not wiser, for wiser I could hardly become without grave personal inconvenience, whereas …

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road.

Hamm: Can there be misery (he yawns) loftier than mine?

I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows, but now the damned things have learned to swim.