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.