In my end is my beginning.

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.

The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence

We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.

The only wisdom we can hope to acquireIs the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.

Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time past.

Footfalls echo in the memorydown the passage we did not taketowards the door we never openedinto the rose garden. My words echothus, in your mind

What the dead had no speech for, when living, They can tell you, being dead: the communicationOf the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

A condition of complete simplicity(Costing not less than everything)

And a special thanks for not burning up the whole ship. Including yourself, you daft bum-rag.

These are the advantages of travel, that one meets so many men whom one would otherwise never meet, and that one feeds as it were upon the complexity of mankind

Better a broken heart than a hardened one.

Anyone who has not rowed in a really close Boat Race cannot comprehend the level of the pain.

In heaven there is no beer. That's why we drink ours here.

No. I kind of accepted it, in a way. That saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

You think you know me just because you know my name, think you've seen me 'cause you've seen every line on my face.

God, though this life is but a wraith, Although we know not what we use, Although we grope with little faith, Give me the heart to fight and lose.

Men throw huge shadows on the lawn, don't they? Then, all their lives, they try to run to fit the shadows. But the shadows are always longer.

I have sold my soul. Just sign right here.