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

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

In my end is my beginning.

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.

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)

The world turns because Man is inspired to better himself

Through the dark and stormy night Faith beholds a feeble light Up the blackness streaking Knowing God's own time is best In a patient hope I rest For the full day-breaking!

If the best man's faults were written on his forehead it would make him pull his hat over his eyes.

I felt the pressure of imagination against the doors of my mind was so great that they were going to burst.

Throughout my life, I have always found that events which seemed at the time disastrous ultimately developed into positive blessings.

Personality, too, is destiny.

I was playing garbage minutes the first two to three weeks. There was definitely a little bit of 'what's going on?' in my prayers.

A few hundred years ago there were no differences between magic and medicine.

George Gershwin died on July 11, 1937, but I don’t have to believe it if I don’t want to.

I get homesick a lot. That can make me so emotional that I sometimes feel like crying- but never in front of anyone. No way!