But it seems that something has happened that has never happened before: though we know not just when, or why, or how, or where.
One thing you cannot know: The sudden extinction of every alternative, The unexpected crash of the iron cataract. You do not know what hope is, until you have lost it. You only know what it is not to hope: You do not know what it is to have hope taken from you Or to fling it away, to join the legion of the hopeless Unrecognized by other men, though sometimes by each other.
It is worth while dying, to find out what life is.
Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
Neither way is better. / Both ways are necessary. / It is also necessary / To make a choice between them.
Between the desire And the spasm, Between the potency And the existence, Between the essence And the descent, Falls the Shadow.
We can at least try to understand our own motives, passions, and prejudices, so as to be conscious of what we are doing when we apeal to those of others. This is very difficult, because our own prejudice and emotional bias always seems to us so rational.
We must always take risks. That is our destiny.
The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps.
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.
We are being made aware that the organization of society on the principle of private profit, as well as public destruction, is leading both to the deformation of humanity by unregulated industrialism, and to the exhaustion of natural resources, and that a good deal of our material progress is a progress for which succeeding generations may have to pay dearly.
To believe in the supernatural is not simply to believe that after living a successful, material, and fairly virtuous life here one will continue to exist in the best-possible substitute for this world, or that after living a starved and stunted life here one will be compensated with all the good things one has gone without: it is to believe that the supernatural is the greatest reality here and now.
All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst, catchwords.
It is not necessarily those lands which are the most fertile or most favored in climate that seem to me the happiest, but those in which a long struggle of adaptation between man and his environment has brought out the best qualities of both.
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not / You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
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.
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.
As we grow older, the world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated of dead and living.
The naming of cats is a difficult matter. It isn't just one of your holiday games. You may think at first I'm mad as a hatter. When I tell you a cat must have three different names.
All time is unreedemable.
Disillusion can become itself an illusion If we rest in it.
If you want it you must obtain it by great labor.
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