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Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity

T. S. Eliot

Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.
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Decision Time Vision Yourself
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
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Business Ourselves
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Fear Myself Yourself
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
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Life Myself
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
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Fear Feeling Grief Music
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
Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
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Dance Exception
If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
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Knowledge 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
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
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
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
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
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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Change Language Voice Word
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Knowledge Life Live Lost Wisdom

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