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Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.

T. S. Eliot

These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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Myself Pieces Ruin
music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
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Deep Last Music
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
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Inspirational Possible Risk
Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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End Friendship Reality Repair
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Deep Knowledge Lost Wisdom
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Business Ourselves
In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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Decision Time
We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.
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Book Enough People Reading
Books. Cats. Life is good.
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Book Goodness Life
We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
T. S. ELIOT

Philosophy Place Travel
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown.
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Deep Dream Fantasy Girl Human Sea Voice Wake Up
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
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Fantasy Myself Sing Thinking
For you know only a heap of broken images
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Break Photograph Yourself
I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
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Myself Photograph Suffering
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Fear Myself Yourself
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
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Beginning Deep End Philosophy Start

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