T.S. Eliot (September 26, 1888 - January 04, 1965)
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You are the music while the music lasts.
I like not only to be loved, but to be told I am loved.
We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started... and know the place for the first time.
What do we live for; if it is not to make life less difficult to each other?
Human kind cannot bear much reality.
He's 58 years old, and they made him come (here) -- and he's sitting over there, in a cot, acting like they're running the storeroom. It's ridiculous.
Victor made four good throws last night, and he did the same thing today. He'll continue to get better at that, because he's working his tail off. And it's not just Victor.
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers.