Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
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.
What was to be the value of the long looked forward to, Long hoped for calm, the autumnal serenity And the wisdom of age? Had they deceived us Or deceived themselves, the quiet-voiced elders, Bequeathing us merely a receipt for deceit? The serenity o...
The dove descending breaks the air With flame of incandescent terror Of which the tongues declare The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre- To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devi...
The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence
For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.
Footfalls echo in the memory down the passage we did not take towards the door we never opened into the rose garden. My words echo thus, in your mind
There are three conditions which often look alike Yet differ completely, flourish in the same hedgerow: Attachment to self and to things and to persons, detachment From self and from things and from persons; and, growing between them, indifference, ....
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)
And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end. And all is always now.
