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 we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start.
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
You are the music while the music lasts.
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.