Birth Was The Death Of Him.

Any Fool Can Turn A Blind Eye But Who Knows What The Ostrich Sees In The Sand.

I Knew It Would Soon Be The End, So I Played The Part, You Know, The Part Of — How Shall I Say, I Don’t Know.

Estragon: Nothing To Be Done.

Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No Matter. Try Again. Fail Again. Fail Better.

The Whisky Bears A Grudge Against The Decanter.