We are all born mad. Some remain so.
Yes, there is no good pretending, it is hard to leave everything.
Habit is a great deadener.
Constipation is a sign of good health in pomeranians.
They comedifferent and the samewith each it is different and the samewith each the absence of love is differentwith each the absence of love is the same
I was mad of course and still am, but harmless, I passed for harmless, that's a good one. Not of course that I was really mad, just strange, a little strange, and with every passing year a little stra...
POZZO:I am blind.(Silence.)ESTRAGON:Perhaps he can see into the future.
HAMM:In my house.(pause.)One day you’ll be blind, like me. You’ll be sitting there, a speck in the void, in the dark, for ever, like me.(pause.)One day you’ll say to yourself, I’m tired, I’ll sit down...
It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.
I find me, leave me, go towards me, come from me, nothing ever but me, a particle of me, retrieved, lost, gone astray, I’m all these words, all these strangers, this dust of words, with no ground for...
In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness.
Curiosity is the hair of our habit tending to stand on end. It rarely happens that our attention is not stained in greater or lesser degree by this animal element.
When I penetrate into that house, if I ever do, it will be to go on turning, faster and faster, more and more convulsive, like a constipated dog, or one suffering from worms, overturning furniture, in...
I'm all these words, all these strangers, this dust of words, with no ground for their settling, no sky for their dispersing, coming together to say, fleeing one another to say, that I am they, all of...
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
[Y]ou cannot mention everything in its proper place, you must choose, between the things not worth mentioning and those and those even less so.
Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we...
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
… where gradually as you peered trying to make it out gradually of all things a face appeared…
Does it really matter which hand is employed to absterge the podex?
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