The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
T. S. ELIOTI have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
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The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man
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We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.
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We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
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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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No one can become really educated without having pursued some study in which he took no interest- for it is a part of education to learn to interest ourselves in subjects for which we have no aptitude.
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This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
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Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
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Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.
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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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There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
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It will do you no harm to find yourself ridiculous. Resign yourself to be the fool you are. We must always take risks. That is our destiny.
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Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
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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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I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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