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Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.

T. S. Eliot

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
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Dance Exception
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.
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End Ourselves Place Start Time Travel
We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
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Philosophy Place Travel
The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
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Act Greatness Reason Right Wrong
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
You are the music while the music lasts.
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Last Music Yourself
The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man
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Best Evidence Existence Future Hope Library Man
Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
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Creation Mental
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
We must not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we began and to know the place for the first time.
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Exploration Place Time Travel
This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
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End Theory World
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
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
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Life Myself
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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Growth Poet
Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.
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Beyond Escape Experience
This love is silent.
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Love One Liner Silence

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