Imagination At Wit's End Spreads Its Sad

If By Godot I Had Meant God I Would Have Said God, And Not Godot.

All That Is Active, All That Is Enveloped In Time And Space, Is Endowed With What Might Be Described As An Abstract, Ideal And Absolute Impermeability.

We Spend Our Life, It's Ours, Trying To Bring Together In The Same Instant A Ray Of Sunshine And A Free Bench

The Loss Of My Sight Was A Great Fillip. If I Could Go Deaf And Dumb I Think I Might Pant On To Be A Hundred.

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