April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

The endless cycle of idea and action, / Endless invention, endless experiment, / Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; / Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; / Knowledge of words, and ignorance of The Word.

Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought.

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

I say to you: Make perfect your will. / I say: take no thought of the harvest, / But only of proper sowing.

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.

Distracted from distraction by distraction