How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.

Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most

I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.

The end of a life is always vivifying.

Make sense who may. I switch off.

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