Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Quote by Samuel Beckett

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There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.

Birth was the death of him.

Birth was the death of him.

Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift,...

Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift,...

Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night...

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night...

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a...

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a...

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know,...

Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know,...

James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I...

James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I...

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical...

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical...

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a...

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a...

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason,...

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason,...

Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.

That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.

Do we mean love, when we say love?

Do we mean love, when we say love?

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the...

Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the...

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

Habit is a great deadener.

Habit is a great deadener.