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To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
----William Shakespeare, Hamlet
No one can become really educated without having pursued some study in which he took no interest- for it is a part of education to learn to interest ourselves in subjects for which we have no aptitude.
T.S. Eliot
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I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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I can connect
Nothing with nothing
T.S. Eliot
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Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
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Sleep after Toil, Port after stormy Seas,
Ease after War, Death after Life, does greatly please.
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene,
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Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
T.S. Eliot
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Half the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don't mean to do harm; but the harm does not interest them. Or they do not see it, or they justify it because they are absorbed in the endless struggle to think well of themselves.
T.S. Eliot
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I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems
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Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed
In one self place, for where we are is hell,
And where hell is must we ever be.
Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
T.S. Eliot
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His Lady sad to see his sore constraint,
Cried out, "Now now Sir knight, shew what ye bee,
Add faith unto your force, and be not faint:
Strangle her, else she sure will strangle thee."
That when he heard, in great perplexitie,
His gall did grate for griefe and high distaine,
And knitting all his force got one hand free,
Wherewith he grypt her gorge with so great paine,
That soone to loose her wicked bands did her constraine.
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
T.S. Eliot
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No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
You are deceived, my substance is not here;
William Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part 1
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These fragments I have shored against my ruins
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land and Other Poems
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For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds,
And sing of Knights and Ladies gentle deeds;
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
T.S. Eliot
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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
Christopher Marlowe
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Distracted from distraction by distraction
T.S. Eliot
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Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad.
Edmund Spencer, The Faerie Queene
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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these.
T.S. Eliot
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