Neither way is better. / Both ways are necessary. / It is also necessary / To make a choice between them.

The dove descending breaks the air With flame of incandescent terror Of which the tongues declare The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre- To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love. Love is the unfamiliar Name Behind the hands that wove The intolerable shirt of flame Which human power cannot remove. We only live, only suspire Consumed by either fire or fire.

If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?

[On The Waste Land:] Various critics have done me the honor to interpret the poem in terms of criticism of the contemporary world, have considered it, indeed, as an important bit of social criticism. To me it was only the relief of a personal and wholly insignificant grouse against life; it is just a piece of rhythmical grumbling.

The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.

The Nobel is a ticket to one's own funeral. No one has ever done anything after he got it.

It is worth while dying, to find out what life is.