For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
T. S. ELIOTThe visible reminder of Invisible Light.
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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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Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
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For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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Distracted from distraction by distraction
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Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
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Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.
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Do I dare Disturb the universe?
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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
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I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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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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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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Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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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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This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.
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The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
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Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
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For you know only a heap of broken images
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There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
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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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There’s no vocabulary For love within a family, love that’s lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.
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I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
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Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
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