We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?

Absolute virtue is as sure to kill a man as absolute vice is, let alone the dullness of it and the pomposities of it.

Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most

Success and failure on the public level never mattered much to me, in fact I feel more at home with the latter, having breathed deep of its vivifying air all my writing life up to the last couple of years.

Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's regular, what normal woman wants affection?

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

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.