Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
T. S. ELIOTTo 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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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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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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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 is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
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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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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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Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
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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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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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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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Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
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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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We don’t actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.
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You are the music while the music lasts.
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