We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?

Quote by Samuel Beckett

Topics: Samuel Beckett Quotes

I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as...

I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as...

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

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

Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

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

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

Words are all we have.

Words are all we have.

Do we mean love, when we say love?

Do we mean love, when we say love?

Birth was the death of him.

Birth was the death of him.

I can't go on. I'll go on.

I can't go on. I'll go on.

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

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

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

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...

I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.

I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there,...

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there,...

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of...

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of...

Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.

Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.

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

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

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.

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

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,...