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  1. Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
       George Eliot, The Spanish Gipsy

  2. This is the way the world ends
    Not with a bang but a whimper
       T. S. Eliot, The Hollow Men

  3.         Let us go then, you and I
    When the evening is spread out against the sky
    Like a patient etherised upon a table . . ..
       T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1-3,

  4. There will be time, there will be time
    To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet . . . .
       T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 26-27

  5. I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. . . .
       T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 51

  6.         I should have been a pair of ragged claws
    Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
       T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 73-74

  7. And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
    And in short, I was afraid.
       T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 86-87

  8. The worlds revolve like ancient women
    Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
       T. S. Eliot, Preludes, IV, 15-16

  9. After such knowledge, what forgiveness?
       T. S. Eliot, Gerontion, 33<

  10.         Except for the point, the still point,
    There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
       T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets, "Burnt Norton," II, 20-21

  11. O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark . . . .
       T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets, "East Coker," III, 1

  12. 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.
       T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets, "Little Gidding," V, 26-29

  13. April is the cruelest month, breeding
    Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
    Memory and desire, stirring
    Dull roots with spring rain.
       T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land,I

       T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land,II

  15. He who has a thousand friends
       Has not a friend to spare,
    While he who has one enemy
       Shall meet him everywhere.
       Ralph Waldo Emerson

  16. Life is too short to waste
    In critic peep or cynic bark,
    Quarrel or reprimand:
    'Twill soon be dark;
    Up! mind thine own aim, and
    God speed the mark!
       Ralph Waldo Emerson

  17. By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
        Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
    Here once the embattled farmers stood
        And fired the shot heard round the world.
       Ralph Waldo Emerson, Concord Hymn

  18. Large streams from little fountains flow,
    Tall oaks from little acorns grow;
       David Everett, Lines Written for a School Declamation

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