Things said or done long years ago, Or things I did not do or say But thought that I might say or do, Weigh me down, and not a day But something is recalled, My conscience or my vanity appalled.

My fiftieth year had come and gone, I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. While on the shop and …

Seek out reality, leave things that seem.

Test every work of intellect or faith, And everything that your own hands have wrought And call those works extravagance of breath That are not suited for such…

Krapp: Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn't want th…

We loved, sir - used to meet: How sad and bad and mad it was - But then, how it was sweet!

Late at night I keep thinking: if I had only reached to that girl, if only, if only.