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

Samuel Beckett

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Disgust Love Old Tolerance
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
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
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Alcohol Grudge Whiskey
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
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
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
Sometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.
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Intelligence Mindset Myself Right Wonder
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
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.
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Home Myself Rain Window Writing
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Charity Defense
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Beginning End Philosophy Wisdom
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
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
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?
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Affection Love Myself Normal Woman
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
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
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
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
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Accomplishment Attempt Believe Better Failure Impossible Repeat
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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Current Death Stand Yourself

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