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.

• I take as metaphysical poetry that in which what is ordinarily apprehensible only by thought is brought within the grasp of feeling, or that in which what is ordinarily only felt is transformed into thought without ceasing to be feeling.
• So far as we are human, what we do must be either evil or good so far as we do evil or good, we are human and it is better, in a paradoxical way, to do evil than to do nothing at least we exist.
• This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
• Most of the trouble in the world is caused by people wanting to be important.
• April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory out of desire, stirring. Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in a forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers.
• 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.
• And the wind shall say Here were decent godless people. Their only monument the asphalt road. And a thousand lost golf balls.
• Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge, Where is the knowledge we have lost in information.
• We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in but its fitting in is a test of its value -- a test, it is true, which can only be slowly and cautiously applied, for we are none of us infallible judges of conformity.