Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.

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

The bicycle is a great good. But it can turn nasty, if ill employed.

The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.

I cannot explain my plays. Each must find out for himself what is meant

HAMM: We're not beginning to... to... mean something? CLOV: Mean something! You and I, mean something! (Brief laugh.) Ah that's a good one!

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.