There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.

More from Samuel Beckett

• At this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
• Don’t touch me! Don’t question me! Don’t speak to me! Stay with me!
• Given the existence ... of a personal God ... who ... loves us dearly ... it is established beyond all doubt ... that man ... wastes and pines ... for reasons unknown.
• How time flies when one has fun!
• Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful.
• Nothing to be done.