We mustn't complain too much of being comedians, it's an honorable profession. If only we could be good ones the world might gain at least a sense of style. We have failed, that's all. We are bad comedians, we aren't bad men.

We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.

Innocence always calls mutely for protection when we would be so much wiser to guard ourselves against it: innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

Failure too is a form of death...

Reality in our century is not something to be faced.

Unhappiness in a child accumulates because he sees no end to the dark tunnel. The thirteen weeks of a term might just as well be thirteen years.