We do not pass twice through the same door Or return to the door through which we did not pass.

The past and future / Are conquered, and reconciled.

When the whole world is running headlong towards the precipice, one who walks in the opposite direction is looked at as being crazy.

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.

It will do you no harm to find yourself ridiculous. Resign yourself to be the fool you are... ...We must always take risks. That is our destiny.

Bad poets imitate, good poets steal.

Shape without form, shade without color, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.