To Find A Form That Accommodates The

[t]he Syndrome Known As Life Is Too Diffuse To Admit Of Palliation. For Every Symptom That Is Eased, Another Is Made Worse. The Horse Leech's Daughter Is A Closed System. Her Quantum Of Wantum Cannot Vary.

I Have My Faults, But Changing My Tune Is Not One Of Them.

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

We Are All Born Crazy. Some Remain That Way.

Vladimir: Did I Ever Leave You? Estragon: You Let Me Go.