Maxioms by T. S. Eliot
What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it.
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it.
Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this read more
Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.
For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice.
For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice.
