Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
T. S. ELIOTApril is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
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Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
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We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.
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So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.
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I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.
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An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
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If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
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I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
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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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You are the music while the music lasts.
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This love is silent.
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For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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