For last year's words belong to last year's language 
And next year's words await another voice
To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life.
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper
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
Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
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