Maxioms by T. S. Eliot
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The read more
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope read more
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
