Dear Incomprehension, It's Thanks To You I'll

And What I Have, What I Am, Is Enough, Was Always Enough For Me, And As Far As My Dear Little Sweet Little Future Is Concerned I Have No Qualms, I Have A Good Time Coming.

If By Godot I Had Meant God I Would Have Said God, And Not Godot.

Pozzo: I Am Blind. (silence.) Estragon: Perhaps He Can See Into The Future.

But What Matter Whether I Was Born Or Not, Have Lived Or Not, Am Dead Or Merely Dying. I Shall Go On Doing As I Have Always Done, Not Knowing What It Is I Do, Nor Who I Am, Nor Where I Am, Nor If I Am.

That Desert Of Loneliness And Recrimination That Men Call Love.