Absolute virtue is as sure to kill a man as absolute vice is, let alone the dullness of it and the pomposities of it.

I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.

Enough. Sudden enough. Sudden all far. No move and sudden all far. All least. Three pins. One pinhole. In dimmost dim. Vasts apart. At bounds of boundless void. Whence no farther. Best worse no farther. Nohow less. Nohow worse. Nohow naught. Nohow on.

Estragon: I'm like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.

The essential doesn't change.

If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.