What Is More True Than Anything Else?

To Think, When One Is No Longer Young, When One Is Not Yet Old, That One Is No Longer Young, That One Is Not Yet Old, That Is Perhaps Something.

To Every Man His Little Cross. Till He Dies. And Is Forgotten.

Estragon: I Can't Go On Like This. Vladimir: That's What You Think.

It's A Rare Thing Not To Have Been Bonny-- Once.

I Lay Down Across Her With My Face In Her Breasts And My Hand On Her. We Lay There Without Moving. But Under Us All Moved, And Moved Us, Gently, Up And Down, And From Side To Side.