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Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.

Samuel Beckett

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Dance Natural Order Thinking
I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Meaning Myself Silence Teaching Word Yourself
What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Destiny Fate Man Myself
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Blind Eyes Fools See
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Artist Mess Task Work
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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Conversation Myself Polite Try
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Change Myself Transformation
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
If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Fear Invention Myself Question
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Born Death Live Myself
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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Connection Existence Kind Man Spiritual
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Deep Necessary Silence Word
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Hard Time Mess Myself Silence Stain

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