But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!
Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? Vladimir: Yes, yes, we're magicians.
Let's go. " "We can't. " "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.
Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.
Estragon: I can't go on like this. Vladimir: That's what you think.
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
We all are born mad. Some remain so.
Nothing is more real than nothing.
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?
What are we doing here, that is the question.
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.