Accept that man is imperfect, that good and evil exist, and you will not ... expect too much from him
If Joyce is concerned with recording the highness of life, Beckett is obsessed with rendering its mysery. This is not perverseness, the deliberate grinding of the bad tooth; it is rather an attempt to discover what man is really like when he is stripped to show his essential condition, which is one of struggle against unheroic odds
When I first began to write fiction it was ... refined hobby that, as I got deeper into it, began to demand more time and application than was right for a hobby: it began to wish to be a full-time job
Between man and man at the last there rests at least shame
Love man the social animal, but hate, on principle, the engine called the State
Comparatively, things go well for you, America. I know - smog makes you cough, too many citizens are badly off (meaning, by Asian standards, millionaires)
The rich man has a juicy joint to carve, but no joint's big enough to palliate the hunger of the hundreds at the gate
He went down and waited, willing death, which was not long, for when a man's work is done there is only death
Choice is free but seldom easy - that's what human freedom means!
They are fools to cry up the Old Faith by dying for it. A man will best keep his faith alive by himself keeping alive
I have travelled in books ... I have read of matters higher than where castles may be and whence a gentleman's name may come
Where was truth, where did a man's true nature lie? There was, as it were, an essence and there was also an existence
A man so prone to sin had best go back to his family, to dwell harmless in its bosom
Many a man ... has known preferment through timely verses
Was not the law a raw head and bloody bones haunting the living? A man could oft, through the law's mediacy, rule stronger from the grave than in life
I cannot waste my whole life in longing for this man's art and that man's scope
A man must work where the work is
Women will ever go for the experienced man. They can oft see experience in a man's eyes
A man could never, in this uncertain world, ask for too much
Ah, how love, in all herhis manifold guises, doth take hold on us and squeeze us of our pride and lustihead
Soul and body can never be fed together for all our pretence of the unity of love. For love is one word but many things; love is a unity only in the word
And then I see myself as ageing, bald, rheumy, three teeth but newly drawn, a man who should think it foul shame to drivel and froth so in youth's lust
You may take one man's sinfulness to be the type and pattern of all
From one sin many may come
Nothing stayed still. A man changed his lodging, his place of work, his mistress; between man and wife love could die, a man's art or skill grew or languished or merely changed, and all beyond his control