To Be An Artist Is To Fail,

Estragon: What About Hanging Ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd Give Us An Erection.

The Human Eyelid Is Not Teartight (happily For The Human Eye).

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

[t]he Syndrome Known As Life Is Too Diffuse To Admit Of Palliation. For Every Symptom That Is Eased, Another Is Made Worse. The Horse Leech's Daughter Is A Closed System. Her Quantum Of Wantum Cannot Vary.

The Dust Will Not Settle In Our Time. And When It Does Some Great Roaring Machine Will Come And Whirl It All Skyhigh Again.