black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Samuel Beckett

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

Artist Mess Task Work
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
My mistakes are my life.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Life Mistake Myself One Liner
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Change Mistake Myself
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Creation Place Time World
I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Kind Mouth Myself Open Thinking Word
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Change Myself Transformation
The essential doesn’t change.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Change Essence One Liner
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Forget Myself Time
I gave up before birth.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Born Give Up Myself
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Head Heart Myself
Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Deep Listening Meaning Silence Wisdom Word
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
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Clothes Thinking Word
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
SAMUEL BECKETT

Happiness Unknown

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

Poets are the sense, philosophers­­ the intelligence­­ of humanity.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Samuel Beckett Quotes

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.