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

Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

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

Where I am, I don’t know, I’ll never know, in the silence you don’t know, you must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.

You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.

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

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

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