Samuel Beckett

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and read more

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.

Some are born mad. Some remain so.

Some are born mad. Some remain so.

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones.

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.