Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have been my only loves, not many.

Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.

Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us!

We all are born mad. Some remain so.

The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.

If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot.

Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go.