The Day You Die Is Just Like

Imagination At Wit's End Spreads Its Sad Wings.

The Whisky Bears A Grudge Against The Decanter.

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

Nothing Is Funnier Than Unhappiness.

That Passed The Time. It Would Have Passed In Any Case. Yes, But Not So Rapidly.