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
For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.
Unreal friendship may turn to real, But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.