Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.

How hideous is the semicolon.

We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. Come, let's get to work! (He advances towards the heap, stops in his stride.) In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone more, in the midst of nothingness!

Where am I, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.

The only thing you must never speak of is your happiness.

As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.