The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. ― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot. (Grove Press; 1 edition, May 17, 2011) Originally published 1952. Premiered 5 January 1953 at theThéâtre de Babylone, Paris France.
Hush, beloved. It doesn’t matter to me how many summers I live to return: this one summer we have entered eternity. — Louise Glück, from “The White Lilies,” The Wild Iris (Ecco, 1992)