T.S. Eliot (September 26, 1888 - January 04, 1965)
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You are the music while the music lasts.
I like not only to be loved, but to be told I am loved.
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.
What do we live for; if it is not to make life less difficult to each other?
Human kind cannot bear much reality.
He's not willing to pay for a study if the decision has already been made.
That what I told the guys, we needed a win going into the state tournament.
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread