If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent If the unheard, unspoken Word is unspoken, unheard; Still is the spoken word, the Word unheard, The Word without a word, the Word within The world and for the world; And the light shone in the darkness and Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled About the center of the silent Word. Oh my people, what have I done unto thee. Where shall the word be found, where shall the word Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence

It's not wise to violate rules until you know how to observe them.

All dash to and fro in motor cars. Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.

i will show you fear in a handful of dust." t.s. eliot we don't actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.

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

I can connect Nothing with nothing

What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.