For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.

This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.

Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together...

Destiny waits in the hand of God, not in the hands of statesmen.

The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation.

Men tighten the knot of confusion Into perfect misunderstanding.

The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started.

The usual dog about the town is much inclined to play the clown.

The rats are underneath the piles/ The Jew is underneath the lot.

The great ages did not contain the best talent, they wasted less.

Hungry Hatred, will not strive against intelligence self-interest.

For he will do As he do do And there's no doing anything about it!

If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?

I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.

History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors and issues.

You have learned enough to see that cats are much like you and me.

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

It's not wise to violate rules until you know how to observe them.

The chief danger about Paris is that it is such a strong stimulant.

Never commit yourself to a cheese without having first examined it.

Those who arrive at the end of the journey are not those who began.

The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways.

Now that the lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room

A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

The role of art is not to express the personality but to overcome it.

Time present and time past / are both perhaps present in time future.

I was too slow a mover to be a boxer. It was much easier to be a poet.

And indeed there will be time to wonder, 'Do I dare?', and 'Do I dare?

The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.

If you do not push the boundaries, you will never know where they are.

Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.

The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.

Accident is design / And design is accident / In a cloud of unknowing.

The young feel tired at the end of an action, the old at the beginning.

Art never improves, but... the material of art is never quite the same.

Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin.

Dante and Shakespeare divide the world between them. There is no third.

Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.

Sand. Everywhere. In the bed, in the shower, all over the floor. Grrrrr.

I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky

Tradition: how the vitality of the past enriches the life of the present.

It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.

You have to risk going too far to discover just how far you can really go.

With cats, some say, one rule is true: Don't speak till you are spoken to.

Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.

In a world of fugitives the one who stays home will seem to be running away

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