Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.

How long have I been here, what a question, I've often wondered. And often I could answer, An hour, a month, a year, a century, depending on what I meant by here, and me, and being, and there I never went looking for extravagant meanings, there I never much varied, only the here would sometimes seem to vary.

All I say cancels out, I’ll have said nothing.

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

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

Hardly had the glow been kindled by some good deed on your part or by some little triumph over your rivals or by a word of praisefrom your parents or mentors when it would begin to cool and fade leaving you in a very short time as chill and dim as before.

Adulterers, take warning, never admit.