Most of the trouble in the world is caused by people wanting to be important.— T. S. Eliot
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Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
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.
If we really want to pray we must first learn to listen, for in the silence of the heart God speaks.
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?
Finding a way to live the simple life is one of life's supreme complications.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
Now that the lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room
Survival is your strength not your shame.
We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
The tendency of liberals is to create bodies of men and women-of all classes-detached from tradition, alienated from religion, and susceptible to mass suggestion-mob rule. And a mob will be no less a mob if it is well fed, well clothed, well housed, and well disciplined.
To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life.
For most of us, there is only the unattended Moment, the moment in and out of time, The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight, The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts
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.
We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together...
The True Church can never fail. For it is based upon a rock.
Shape without form, shade without color, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.
Playwriting gets into your blood and you can't stop it.
At least not until the producers or the public tell you to.
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
It's strange that words are so inadequate.
Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started.
Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
You are the music while the music lasts.
Shall I part my hair behind Do I dare to eat a peach I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
Distracted from distraction by distraction
Between the conception and the creation, between the emotion and the response, Falls the shadow.
You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer.
When we read of human beings behaving in certain ways, with the approval of the author, who gives his benediction to this behavior by his attitude towards the result of the behavior arranged by himself, we can be influenced towards behaving in the same way.
Philosophy: a purple bullfinch in a lilac tree.
Humility is the most difficult of all virtues to achieve;
nothing dies harder than the desire to think well of self.
The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways.
My name is only an anagram of toilets.
As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug's game. No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: He may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
Not less of love, but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the Future as well as the past.
Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion;
it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
Success is relative. It is what we can make of the mess we have made of things.
A national culture, if it is to flourish, should be a constellation of cultures, the constitutes of which, benefiting each other, benefit the whole.
In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.
Gin and drugs, dear lady, gin and drugs.
Nothing pleases people more than to go on thinking what they have always thought, and at the same time imagine that they are thinking something new and daring: it combines the advantage of security and the delight of adventure.
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.
Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.
It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.