We Are All Born; Some Remain So.

Estragon: Nothing To Be Done.

The Fact Would Seem To Be, If In My Situation One May Speak Of Facts, Not Only That I Shall Have To Speak Of Things Of Which I Cannot Speak, But Also, Which Is Even More Interesting, But Also That I, Which Is If Possible Even More Interesting, That I Shall Have To, I Forget, No Matter. And At The Same Time I Am Obliged To Speak. I Shall Never Be Silent. Never.

The End Is In The Beginning And Yet You Go On.

The Sky Sinks In The Morning, This Fact Has Been Insufficiently Observed.

You Cried For Night - It Falls. Now Cry In Darkness.