No one can become really educated without having pursued some study in which he took no interest. For it is part of education to interest ourselves in subjects for which we have no aptitude.
The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.
Birth copulation and death. That's all the facts when you come to brass tacks.
We have lingered in the chambers of the seaBy sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brownTill human voices wake us... and we drown.
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...