Samuel Beckett Quotes
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.
Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.
The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
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.
Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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.
Words are all we have.
You're on earth. There's no cure for that.
