We are all born mad. Some remain so. – Samuel Beckett
What do I know of mans destiny? I could tell you more about radishes. – Samuel Beckett
We are all born mad. Some remain so. – Samuel Beckett
What do I know of mans destiny? I could tell you more about radishes. – Samuel Beckett
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much? – Samuel Beckett