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Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity

T. S. Eliot

People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
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Importance People Understand
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
Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
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Humor Serious
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
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Inspirational Possible Risk
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
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
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
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
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
Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
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Past Present Science Time
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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Alone Escape Hell Oneself Philosophy Spiritual
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.
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Greatness Learning Let Go Myself
I can connect Nothing with nothing
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Connection Myself One Liner
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
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Garden Memories Rose
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

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