Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
SAMUEL BECKETTThen I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
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But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
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All has not been said and never will be.
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What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Sometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.
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Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
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Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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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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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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To restore silence is the role of objects.
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