> To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.
> Do what you will, this world's a fiction and is made up of contradiction.
> Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
> How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!
> It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.
> You are the music while the music lasts.
> Half of 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.
~ T. S. Eliot