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Nothing is more real than nothing.

Samuel Beckett

He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Enough Forever Wait Wasted Time
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
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
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
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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Forget Myself Time
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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End Greatness Light Myself Patience Shadow Shine
The essential doesn’t change.
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Change Essence One Liner
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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Dangerous Kill Memories Mindset Thinking Yourself
I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
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Meaning Myself Silence Teaching Word Yourself
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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Friendship Human Solitude
What are we doing here, that is the question.
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Action Life Question Spiritual
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

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