How Do You Manage It, She Said,

Habit Is The Ballast That Chains The Dog To His Vomit.

There's Man All Over For You, Blaming On His Boots The Fault Of His Feet.

How Can One Better Magnify The Almighty Than By Sniggering With Him At His Little Jokes, Particularly The Poorer Ones?

Pozzo: I Am Blind. (silence.) Estragon: Perhaps He Can See Into The Future.

I've Tried Not To Exaggerate The Glory Of Athletes. I'd Rather, If I Could, Preserve A Sense Of Proportion, To Write About Them Asexcellent Ballplayers, First-rate Players. But I'm Sure I Have Contributed To False Values--as Stanley Woodward Said, "godding Up Those Ballplayers." The Sun Shone, Having No Alternative, On The Nothing New.