My Mistakes Are My Life.

To What Will Love Not Stoop!

I Tried To Groan, Help! Help! But The Tone That Came Out Was That Of Polite Conversation.

In The Name Of Bacon Will You Chicken Me Up That Egg. Shall I Swallow Cave-phantoms?

Estragon: We Always Find Something, Eh Didi, To Give Us The Impression We Exist? Vladimir: Yes, Yes, We're Magicians.

What Do I Know Of Man's Destiny? I Could Tell You More About Radishes.