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.

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.

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)

The completion is always more difficult that the beginning

I sleep with my gun on my bedside table. I live alone; it is my protection and makes me feel safer.

Your voices break and falter in the darkness, Break, falter, and are still.

Hope is a prodigal young heir, and experience is his banker.

A new kind of mind thus beings to come into being which is based on the development of a common meaning that is constantly transforming in the process of the dialogue.

If I hadn't had my children, I wouldn't have written more and better, I would have written less and worse.

Number was the substance of all things.

Death belongs to life as birth does The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down

Selling more stuff to more people more often for more money more efficiently

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.