There is, it seems to us, At best, only a limited value In the knowledge derived from experience.

This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.

I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors and issues.

Everyone gets the experience. Some get the lesson.

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.