You're on Earth. There's no cure for that.
I can't go on, I'll go on.
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.
Ever tried? Ever failed? No Matter, try again, fail again, Fail better.
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
Vladimir: That passed the time. Estragon: It would have passed in any case. Vladimir: Yes, but not so rapidly.
Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.
The fact is, it seems, that the most you can hope is to be a little less, in the end, the creature you were in the beginning, and the middle.
Yes, I don’t know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.