"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better."
"Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it."
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Source: Samuel Beckett (1995). “The Complete Short Prose, 1929-1989”, p.160, Grove Press
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