To What Will Love Not Stoop!

What Goes By The Name Of Love Is Banishment, With Now And Then A Postcard From The Homeland, Such Is My Considered Opinion, This Evening.

We Are All Born Crazy. Some Remain That Way.

Estragon: We Always Find Something, Eh Didi, To Give Us The Impression We Exist? Vladimir: Yes, Yes, We're Magicians.

The End Is In The Beginning And Yet You Go On.

I Had Little Talent For Happiness.