Samuel Beckett Quotes

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

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

Yesterday is not a milestone that has been passed, but a daystone on the beaten track of the years, and irremediably part of us, within us, heavy and dangerous. We are not merely more weary because of yesterday, we are other, no longer what we were before the calamity of yesterday.

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

We may reason on to our heart’s content, the fog won’t lift.

They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

The only sin is the sin of being born.

Tears, that could be the tone, if they weren’t so easy, the true tone and tenor at last.

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.