Theres man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet. – Samuel Beckett
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found. – Samuel Beckett
Theres man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet. – Samuel Beckett
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found. – Samuel Beckett
What do I know of mans destiny? I could tell you more about radishes. – Samuel Beckett