All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths they become facts, or at best, part of the public character or at worst, catchwords.
We have lingered in the chambers of the seaBy sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brownTill human voices wake us... and we drown.
Birth copulation and death. That's all the facts when you come to brass tacks.
The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.
Footfalls echo in the memoryDown the passage which we did not takeTowards the door we never openedInto the rose-garden.Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future...
And what you thought you came foris only a shell, a husk of meaningfrom which the purpose breaks only when it is fulfilledif at all. Either you had no purposeor the purpose is beyond the end you figur...