They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

Estragon: Nothing to be done.

Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.

Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.

Adulterers, take warning, never admit.

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

The essential doesn't change.