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. Samuel Beckett beginconstantlaugh Change image and share on social
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet. Samuel Beckett blamebootfault Change image and share on social
All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead. Samuel Beckett beginbuilddead Change image and share on social
If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window. Samuel Beckett bodythrowwindow Change image and share on social
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity. Samuel Beckett humanityintelligencephilosopher Change image and share on social
It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter. Samuel Beckett badchronicleday share on social
Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence. Samuel Beckett mattersilencestain Change image and share on social
