May I not seem to have lived in vain.

O Allah! Pardon my sins. Yes, I come.

I have tried so hard to do the right.

Ich kann nicht mehr (I can do no more).

Jakie, is it my birthday or am I dying ?

I shall look forward to a pleasant time.

Lewis Strauss is one of my best friends.

Well, I'll be damned. Oh, this is funny.

No one has the last word other than God.

I'm not afraid of death. I'm going home.

I will see you tomorrow, if God wills it.

My exit is the result of too many entrees.

I did not know that we had ever quarreled.

I foresee a great funeral contest over me.

Well, the Lord is going to get another one.

If this is dying, I don't think much of it.

Here's to the health of my beloved Critias !

I am dying. Please ... bring me a toothpick.

I expect I shall have to die beyond my means.

It is very beautiful over there. (last words)

Oh no, oh no... don't lift me, don't lift me.

Try LSD, 100mg intramuscular... I thought so.

I do not sleep; I wish to meet my death awake.

I am just going outside and I may be some time

I'm glad it was me and not you, Mr. President.

I have spent my life laboriously doing nothing.

It's my turn, to take a leap into the darkness!

I feel here that this time they have succeeded.

Has God forgotten everything I've done for him ?

All right, then, I'll say it: Dante makes me sick.

Ah, a German and a genius ! A prodigy, admit him !

Let us go over, and sit in the shade of the trees.

Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.

I say 'try'; if we never try, we shall never succeed.

I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.

I hate posterity - it's so fond of having the last word.

What we know is not much. What we don't know is enormous.

My last word s that it all depends on what you visualize.

There is room for words on subjects other than last words.

I know now why you cry, but it's something I can never do.

I think you're right, Wyatt. I can't see a God damn thing.

Why are you weeping ? Did you imagine that I was immortal ?

Oh my poor soul, what is to become of you? - Where do you go?

for better or worse, it is the commentator who has the last word.

The Revolution has not yet succeeded. Comrades, you must carry on!

My work is done; I have nothing left to do but to go to my Father.

I'm practicing the discipline of not having to have the last word.

Always having to have the last word is a bad trait. Pisses people off.

I feel nothing, apart from a certain difficulty in continuing to exist.

No, it is better not. She will only ask me to take a message to Albert.

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