Samuel Quotes

In order that all men may be taught to speak truth, it is necessary that all likewise should learn to hear it.

The more people I meet the happier I become.

I must be happy, he said, it is less pleasant than I should have thought.

If you do not love me I shall not be loved. If I do not love you I shall not love.

Yes, there is no good pretending, it is hard to leave everything.

The only sin is the sin of being born

Ah earth you old extinguisher.

I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.

One day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second.

drill one hole after another into [language] until that which lurks behind, be it something or nothing, starts seeping through – I cannot imagine a higher goal for today’s writer.

While an author is yet living we estimate his powers by his worst performance, and when he is dead we rate them by his best.

[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.

Knowledge is of two kinds. We know a subject ourselves, or we know where we can find information on it.

There is nothing so minute or inconsiderable that I would not rather know it than not know it.

Ignorance, when voluntary, is criminal, and a man may be properly charged with that evil which he neglected or refused to learn how to prevent.

Spend the years of learning squanderingCourage for the years of wanderingThrough a world politely turningFrom the loutishness of learning.

You can't have everything, I've often noticed it.

Money and time are the heaviest burdens of life . . . the unhappiest of all mortals are those who have more of either than they know how to use.

POZZO:I am blind.(Silence.)ESTRAGON:Perhaps he can see into the future.

The forms are many in which the unchanging seeks relief from its formlessness.

Vladimir, be reasonable, you haven't yet tried everything. And I resumed the struggle.

ESTRAGON: Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!VLADIMIR: Did I ever leave you?ESTRAGON: You let me go.

To be always what I am - and so changed from what I was.

The only end of writing is to enable readers better to enjoy life, or better to endure it.

Difficult do you call it, Sir? I wish it were impossible. [on hearing a famous violinist]

Light heat all known all white heart breath no sound.

Unfathomable mind: now beacon, now sea.

Self-confidence is the first requisite to great undertakings." Samuel Johnson

At a certain point in her life, she realises it is not so much that she wants to have a child as that she does not want not to have a child, or not to have had a child.

our triumphant age of plenty is riddled with darker feelings of doubt, cynicism, distrust, boredom and a strange kind of emptiness

Incontinent the void. The zenith. Evening again. When not night it will be evening. Death again of deathless day. On one hand embers. On the other ashes. Day without end won and lost. Unseen.

Estragon: You see, you feel worse when I'm with you. I feel better alone, too.Vladmir: Then why do you always come crawling back?Estragon: I don't know.

But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.

I was limply poking about in the garbage saying probably, for at that age I must still have been capable of general ideas, This is life.

Nothing has more retarded the advancement of learning than the disposition of vulgar minds to ridicule and vilify what they cannot comprehend.

Nothing will ever be attempted if all possible objections must first be overcome." -

Memory and Habit are attributes of the Time cancer. They control the most simple Proustian episode, and an understanding of their mechanism must precede any particular analysis of their application.

The true art of memory, is the art of attention

All travel has its advantages. If the passenger visits better countries, he may learn to improve his own, and if fortune carries him to worse, he may learn to enjoy it.

(Looking at the tree) Pity we haven't got a bit of rope.

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

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.—Samuel Beckett, Worstward Ho (1983)

Dying for dark - the darker the worse. Strange.

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

Is there such depravity in man as that he should injure another without benefit to himself?

Have you shat, my child, I said gently.

He sometimes halted without saying anything. Either he had finally nothing to say or while having something to say he finally decided not to say it.

In reality I said nothing at all, but I heard a murmur, something gone wrong with the silence, and I pricked up my ears, like an animal I imagine, which gives a start and pretends to be dead.

We have less reason to be surprised or offended when we find others differ from us in opinions because we very often differ from ourselves.

A writer only begins a book. A reader finishes it.