There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle.

I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist?

[ Estragon :] Let’s go.

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

Waiting for Godot act 1 (1952)

We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?

To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare fail … failure is his world and to shrink from it desertion …

Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.