Sometimes I wonder if I'm in my right mind. Then it passes off and I'm as intelligent as ever.
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
Vladimir: I don't understand. Estragon: Use your intelligence, can't you? Vladimir uses his intelligence. Vladimir: (finally) I remain in the dark.
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.
To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?
Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.