What we call the beginning is often the end and to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
I smile, of course, and go on drinking tea.
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
The only wisdom we can hope to acquire is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons