Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.
T. S. ELIOTWhere 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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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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music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
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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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Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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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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Books. Cats. Life is good.
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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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So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.
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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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We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
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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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In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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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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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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You are the music while the music lasts.
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