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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

Samuel Beckett

I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
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Kind Mouth Myself Open Thinking Word
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Charity Defense
Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.
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Ability Best Life Myself Silence Talk
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
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Art Clarity Clear
But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
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Moments Place Time
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Answer Life Long Question
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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Connection Existence Kind Man Spiritual
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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Dreams Effect Horrible Myself
Better hope deferred than none.
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Better Choice Hope
If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
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Death Enjoyment Myself
The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
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Greatness Machine Ourselves Time
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Happiness Unknown
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Disgust Love Old Tolerance
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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Hard Time Mess Myself Silence Stain
What are we doing here, that is the question.
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Action Life Question Spiritual
In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
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Head Myself Universe Window
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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End Thankful Yourself
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
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End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
People are bloody ignorant apes.
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Animal Blood Ignorance People Reality
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Repeat Try
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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Change Mistake Myself
For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
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Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
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Comedy Funny Happiness Myself World
Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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Deep Listening Meaning Silence Wisdom Word

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

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