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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

T. S. Eliot

It’s not wise to violate the rules until you know how to observe them.
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Rule See Wisdom
Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
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Creation Mental
Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
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Humor Serious
For you know only a heap of broken images
T. S. ELIOT

Break Photograph Yourself
Books. Cats. Life is good.
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Book Goodness Life
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
T. S. ELIOT

Deep Knowledge Lost Wisdom
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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Election Fake Live Peace Politics
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
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Body Lover Need Talk Thinking True Love
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
T. S. ELIOT

Failure Writing
If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.
T. S. ELIOT

Acceptance Life Strength Yourself
I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.
T. S. ELIOT

Greatness Learning Let Go Myself
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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Myself Pieces Ruin
April 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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Death Desire Flower Memories Rain Season Spring
Do I dare Disturb the universe?
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Dare Myself World
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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Myself Night Reading
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
T. S. ELIOT

End Ourselves Place Start Time Travel

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