What did Samuel Beckett mean by: We are all born; some remain so. Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland Copy
+ We all are born mad. Some remain so. Author, August 16, 2023January 2, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Human nature, Madness, Persistence, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ All has not been said and never will be. Author, October 11, 2023January 2, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Communication, Infinite, Limitations, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile… a stain upon the silence. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Silence, Worthwhile, Writing, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ The day you die is just like any other, only shorter. Author, August 20, 2023January 2, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Mortality, Perspective, Time, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea. Author, August 26, 2023January 2, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Mind, Sea, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ We could have saved sixpence. We could have saved fivepence. But at what cost? Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Consequences, Frugality, Regret, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ How time flies when one has fun! Author, July 23, 2023January 2, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Enjoyment, Fun, Time, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ The reality of the individualis an incoherent reality and must be expressed incoherently. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Expression, Individuality, Reality, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
The course of a river is almost always disapproved of by the source. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies Jeanette Winterson Author · England
