T. S. Eliot

“April is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”

“This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.”

“For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”

“Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.”

“Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”

“Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? - Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?”