Whatever you do, don't whimper, but take the consequences.

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

At the violet hour, when the eyes and back Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits Like a taxi throbbing waiting I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives.

And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you I will show you fear in a handful of dust

As we grow older, the world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated of dead and living.

One starts an action simply because one must do something.

The darkness declares the glory of light.