We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come

My notes have a curious tendency, as I realize at last, to annihilate all they purport to record.

The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too.

If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.

Estragon: Suppose we repented. Vladimir: Repented what? Estragon: Oh...(He reflects.) We wouldn’t have to go into the details. Vladimir: Our being born?