Habit is a compromise effected between the individual and his environment, or between the individual and his own organic eccentricities, the guarantee of a dull inviolability, the lightning-conductor of his existence.

Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.

Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!

To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.

POZZO: I am blind. (Silence.) ESTRAGON: Perhaps he can see into the future.

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

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!