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I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.

T. S. Eliot

If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
T. S. ELIOT

Knowledge Yourself
Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
T. S. ELIOT

Mess Success
I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
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Myself Sea Silence
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
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Election Fake Live Peace Politics
Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
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Death Deep Life Man
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
This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.
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Joy Moments Oneself Pain
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.
T. S. ELIOT

Deep Family Light Love See Silence Talk
Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.
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Evil Goodness Intention People World
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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Destiny Fools Harm Ourselves Risk Yourself
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown.
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Deep Dream Fantasy Girl Human Sea Voice Wake Up
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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Myself Night Reading
The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
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Act Greatness Reason Right Wrong
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
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
Do I dare Disturb the universe?
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Dare Myself World

I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.

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