You are the music while the music lasts.
Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?
This love is silent.
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.
The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours.
The soul is so far from being a monad that we have not only to interpret other souls to ourself but to interpret ourself to ourself.
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.
Where there is no temple there shall be no homes.
Home is where one starts from.
There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.
Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.
My greatest trouble is getting the curtain up and down.
O Lord, deliver me from the man of excellent intention and impure heart: for the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.