Dear Incomprehension, It's Thanks To You I'll

Estragon: What About Hanging Ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd Give Us An Erection.

Personally I Have No Bone To Pick With Graveyards.

How Can One Better Magnify The Almighty Than By Sniggering With Him At His Little Jokes, Particularly The Poorer Ones?

How Do You Manage It, She Said, At Your Age? I Told Her I'd Been Saving Up For Her All My Life.

We Lose Our Hair, Our Teeth! Our Bloom, Our Ideals.