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.
from "Four Quartets"
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.
from "Four Quartets"
The true harvest of my life is intangible-- little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched.
All labor that uplifts humanity has dignity and importance and should be undertaken with painstaking excellence.
I am confirmed in my division of human energies. Ambitious people climb, but faithful people build.
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.
from "Four Quartets"
To live content with small means;
To seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion;
To be worthy , not respectable, and wealthy, not rich;
To study hard, think quietly,
Talk gently,
Act frankly;
To listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart;
To bear all cheerfully,
Do all bravely,
Await occasions,
Hurry never.
In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common.
THIS IS TO BE MY SYMPHONY
The only way for a woman, as for a man, to find herself, to know herself as a person, is by creative work of her own. There is no other way.
So, seize the day! Hold holiday!
Be unwearied, unceasing, alive,
you and your own true love;
Let not your heart be troubled
during your sojourn on earth,
but seize the day as it passes!
from "The Song of he Harper"
Each of us is an artist
whose task it is to shape life
Into some semblance of the pattern
of our dreams.
The making is not of the self alone
but of shared tomorrows
And times we shall never see.
So let us be about our task.
The materials are very precious
and perishable.
It’s the little deaths before the final time we fear.
The blasé shrug
That quietly replaces excited curiosity,
The cynic-sneer
That takes the place of innocence,
The soft-sweet odor of success
That overcomes the sense of sympathy,
The self-betrayals
That rob us of our will to trust,
The ridicule of vision, the barren blindness
To what was once our sense of beauty –
These are the deaths that come so quietly
We do not know when it was we died.
from Seasons of the Self
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
from "i thank You God for most this amazing"
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. from "Four Quartets" |