Samuel Beckett

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Birth was the death of him.

Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Habit is a great deadener.

In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.

If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.