We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.
T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
Contributed by: Zaady
Success is relative. It is what we can make of the mess we have made of things.
The one thing you can do is to do nothing. Wait . . . You will find that you survive humiliation and that's an experience of incalculable value.
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.
Source: The Boston Evening Transcript, 1917
In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.
Source: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1917
Who is the third who walks always beside you?
Source: The Waste Land, 1922, What the Thunder Said
This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
Source: The Hollow Men, 1925
One thinks of all the hands That are raising dingy shades In a thousand furnished rooms.
Source: Preludes, 1917, II
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past.
Source: Burnt Norton
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
Source: Sweeney Erect, 1920
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