To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench

I don't know why I told this story. I could just as well have told another. Perhaps some other time I'll be able to tell another. Living souls, you will see how alike they are.

Hardly had the glow been kindled by some good deed on your part or by some little triumph over your rivals or by a word of praisefrom your parents or mentors when it would begin to cool and fade leaving you in a very short time as chill and dim as before.

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

You cried for night - it falls. Now cry in darkness.