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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Samuel Beckett

If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Current Death Stand Yourself
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Cry Dead Greatness Growth Habit Old Time
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Death Enjoyment Myself
Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
SAMUEL BECKETT

Art Clarity Clear
What are we doing here, that is the question.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Action Life Question Spiritual
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Ability Best Life Myself Silence Talk
People are bloody ignorant apes.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Animal Blood Ignorance People Reality
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Failure Inspirational Repeat Try
Fail, fail again, fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Failure Inspirational Motivational One Liner Success
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
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Alive Help Myself Worth
Better hope deferred than none.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Choice Hope
Then 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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Home Myself Rain Window Writing
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
Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Best Chance Fire Happiness Myself
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Love Myself Relationship Yourself

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