I can't go on, I'll go on.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.

HAMM:Scoundrel! Why did you engender me?NAGG:I didn't know.HAMM:What? What didn't you know?NAGG:That it'd be you.(Pause.)

CLOV:Do you believe in the life to come?HAMM:Mine was always that.

Vladimir: Now? ... (Joyous.) There you are again... (Indifferent.) There we are again... (Gloomy.) There I am again.