Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.

Watt's concern, deep as it appeared, was not after all what the figure was, in reality, but with what the figure appeared to be, in reality.

What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening.

All the things you would do gladly, oh without enthusiasm, but gladly, all the things there seems no reason for your not doing, and that you do not do! Can it be we are not free? It might be worth looking into.

POZZO: I am blind. (Silence.) ESTRAGON: Perhaps he can see into the future.

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

Poetry is essentially the antithesis of Metaphysics: Metaphysics purge the mind of the senses and cultivate the disembodiment of the spiritual; Poetry is all passionate and feeling and animates the inanimate; Metaphysics are most perfect when concerned with universals; Poetry, when most concerned with particulars.