The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.

But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.

Adulterers, take warning, never admit.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.

Two in distressmake sorrow less.

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