Samuel Beckett

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

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

Don't ask me to be happy. You know I can't be happy. I'm not made for that.

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

We are born astride of a grave, and a hellish light gleams for a instant, then it's night once more.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

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

I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

Habit is a great deadener.

You are on earth, there's no cure for that!

All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

Let's go. We can't. Why not? We're waiting for Godot.

I say, 'You must go on.' I can't go on. I'll go on.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

I love this world. I've heard it said. I love this world. That's a good one.

Dance, dance, dance, until you drop.

To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare to fail.

The dead are all alive.