T. S. Eliot quotes
What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.