Come with uncle and hear all proper. Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones...you are invited!

Without class differences, England would cease to be the living theatre it is.

But don't think that it's a system or a culture or a state or a person that does the letting down. It's our expectations that let us down. It begins in the warmth of the womb and the discovery that it's cold outside. But it's not the cold's fault that it's cold.

As a chamber hung round about with looking-glasses represents the face upon every turn, thus all the world doth the mercy and the bounty of God; though that be visible, yet it discovers an invisible God and his invisible properties.

But where I itty now, O my brothers, is all on my oddy knocky, where you cannot go. Tomorrow is all like sweet flowers and the turning vonny earth and the stars and the old Luna up there. ... And all that cal.

Beckett does not believe in God, though he seems to imply that God has committed an unforgivable sin by not existing.

It is as inhuman to be totally good as it is to be totally evil.