There Are Two Moments Worthwhile In Writing,

But I Know What Darkness Is, It Accumulates, Thickens, Then Suddenly Bursts And Drowns Everything.

The Tears Of The World Are A Constant Quantity. For Each One Who Begins To Weep Somewhere Else Another Stops. The Same Is True Of The Laugh. Let Us Not Then Speak Ill Of Our Generation, It Is Not Any Unhappier Than Its Predecessors. Let Us Not Speak Well Of It Either. Let Us Not Speak Of It At All. It Is True The Population Has Increased.

What Was God Doing With Himself Before The Creation?

There Is No Use Indicting Words, They Are No Shoddier Than What They Peddle.

Estragon: What About Hanging Ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd Give Us An Erection.