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.
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It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.
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Success is relative. It is what we can make of the mess we have made of things.
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For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
From T. S. Eliot's poem, East Coker, part of the Four Quartets. -
A tradition without intelligence is not worth having.
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The young feel tired at the end of an action, the old at the beginning.
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We might remind ourselves that criticism is as inevitable as breathing, and that we should be none the worse for articulating what passes in our minds when we read a book and feel an emotion about it, for criticizing our own minds in their work of criticism.
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Think not forever of yourselves, O Chiefs, nor of your own generation. Think of continuing generations of our families, think of our grandchildren and of those yet unborn, whose faces are coming from beneath the ground.
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For every life and every act consequence of good and evil can be shown and as in time results of many deeds are blended so good and evil in the end become confounded.
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Art never improves, but the material of art is never quite the same.
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Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.
