Maxioms by T. S. Eliot
This is the way the world ends ... Not with a bang but with a whimper.
This is the way the world ends ... Not with a bang but with a whimper.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into read more
Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.
Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity
Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity
The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.
The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.
