Unfathomable Mind, Now Beacon, Now Sea.

It Was The Only Way To Progress, To Stop.

Imagination At Wit's End Spreads Its Sad Wings.

What Are We Doing Here, That Is The Question. And We Are Blessed In This, That We Happen To Know The Answer. Yes, In The Immense Confusion One Thing Alone Is Clear. We Are Waiting For Godot To Come

We Are Not Saints, But We Have Kept Our Appointment. How Many People Can Boast As Much?

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.