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Danh ngôn của Samuel Beckett (Sứ mệnh: 2)

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
I can't go on. I'll go on.
Birth was the death of him.
Words are all we have.
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.