Endless invention, endless experiment, brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness.
You now have learned enough to see that Cats are much like you and me and other people whom we find possessed of various types of mind. For some are sane and some are mad and some are good and some are bad and some are better, some are worse – but all may be described in verse.
You cannot face it steadily, but this thing is sure, that time is no healer: the patient is no longer here.
You are the music while the music lasts.
Where there is no temple there shall be no homes.
Where shall the word be found, where will the word resound? Not here, there is not enough silence.
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
When the Stranger says: ‘What is the meaning of this city? Do you huddle close together because you love each other?’ What will you answer? ‘We all dwell together To make money from each other’? or ‘This is a community’?
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.
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.
We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea by sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown till human voices wake us, and we drown.
