Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
[Henry] James's critical genius comes out most tellingly in his mastery over, his baffling escape from, Ideas; a mastery and an escape which are perhaps the last test of a superior intelligence. [...] In England, ideas run wild and pasture on the emo...
There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in infomation?
...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; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, ...
If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.
Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.
We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.
Distracted from distraction by distraction
This is the way the world ends/ This is the way the world ends/ This is the way the world ends/ Not with a bang but a whimper.
Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
Light Light The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
Most of the trouble in the world is caused by people wanting to be important.
Till Human voices wake us, and we drown.
April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, co...
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.
Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.
Poetry, if it is not to be a lifeless repetition of forms, must be constantly exploring "the frontiers of the spirit." But these frontiers are not like the surveys of geographical explorers, conquered once for all and settled. The frontiers of the sp...
We returned to our palaces, these Kingdoms, but no longer at ease here in the old dispensation, with an alien people clutching their gods. I should be glad of another death.
