Fail, Fail Again, Fail Better.

Hamm: We're Not Beginning To... To... Mean Something? Clov: Mean Something! You And I, Mean Something! (brief Laugh.) Ah That's A Good One!

Estragon: I'm Like That. Either I Forget Right Away Or I Never Forget.

That Desert Of Loneliness And Recrimination That Men Call Love.

All Poetry, As Discriminated From The Various Paradigms Of Prosody, Is Prayer.

What Is More True Than Anything Else? To Swim Is True And To Sink Is True. One Cannot Speak Any More Of Being, One Must Speak Onlyof The Mess.