The Loss Of My Sight Was A

Do You Always Believe In The Life To Come? Mine Was Always That.

The Short Winter’s Day Was Drawing To A Close. It Seems To Me Sometimes That These Are The Only Days I Have Ever Known, And Especially That Most Charming Moment Of All, Just Before Night Wipes Them Out.

Words Fail, There Are Times When Even They Fail.

Suffering Is The Main Condition Of The Artistic Experience.

Pozzo: I Am Blind. (silence.) Estragon: Perhaps He Can See Into The Future.