Estragon: Nothing to be done.
Vladimir: I'm beginning to come round to that opinion. All my life I've tried to put it from me, saying, Vladimir, be reasonable, you haven't yet tried everything. And I resumed the struggle.

Vlaidimir: Suppose we repented.
Estragon: Repented what?
Vladimir: Oh... We wouldn't have to go into the details.
Estragon: Our being born?

Pozzo: The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins tow eep 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.

Estragon: In the meantime let us try and converse calmly, since we are incapable of keeping silent.
Vladimir: You're right, we're inexhaustible.
Estragon: It's so we won't think.
Vladimir: We have that excuse.
Estragon: It's so we won't hear.
Vladimir: We have our reasons.

Vladimir: To have lived is not enough for them...To be dead is not enough for them.

Vladimir: It's the start that's difficult.
Estragon: You can start from anything.
Vladimir: Yes, but you have to decide.

Vladimir: We're in no danger of ever thinking any more...Thinking is not the worst...What is terrible is to have thought.

Estragon: We always find something, eh, Didi, to give us the impression that we exist?

- Waiting for Godot, Beckett