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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Samuel Beckett

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.
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Kind Mouth Myself Open Thinking Word
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
Better hope deferred than none.
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Better Choice Hope
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
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
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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Connection Existence Kind Man 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.
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Ability Best Life Myself Silence Talk
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.
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Born Death Live Myself
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Change Myself Transformation
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
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Blind Eyes Fools See
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.
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Best Chance Fire Happiness Myself
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Creation Place Time World
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Alive Help Myself Worth
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Repeat Try
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
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Charity Defense
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.
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Fear Invention Myself Question
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.
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Death Enjoyment Myself
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.
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Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Habit Life Perspective
What are we doing here, that is the question.
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Action Life Question Spiritual
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
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner
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

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