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Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

T. S. Eliot

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
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Humanity Reality
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
This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
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End Theory World
This love is silent.
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Love One Liner Silence
There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
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Death Life Oneself Remember Yourself
To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man’s life.
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Beautiful Courage Enough Life Man
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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Body Myself Talk Thinking Word
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
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Inspirational Possible Risk
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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Growth Poet
Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
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Sanity Suffering World
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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Joke Listen Lonely People
Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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End Friendship Reality Repair
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
There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
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People Preparation Time
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 read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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Myself Night Reading

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