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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Samuel Beckett

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
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Love Myself Relationship Yourself
There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Destruction Escape Important Past Place
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
My mistakes are my life.
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Life Mistake Myself One Liner
What are we doing here, that is the question.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Action Life Question Spiritual
Better hope deferred than none.
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Better Choice Hope
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Dog Habit Himself
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
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Head Myself Universe Window
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Discrimination Poetry Prayer
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
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
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

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