00:00April is the cruelest month, breathing lilacs out of the deadland, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring
00:08rain.
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00:14I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
00:18T. S. Elliot
00:22This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
00:27T. S. Elliot
00:32Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
00:36T. S. Elliot
00:41Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
00:46T. S. Elliot
00:50For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice.
00:57T. S. Elliot
01:02Immature poets imitate, mature poets steal.
01:06T. S. Elliot
01:11What we call the beginning is often the end and to make an end is to make a beginning.
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01:21T. S. Elliot
01:22The only wisdom we can hope to acquire is the wisdom of humility, humility is endless.
01:28T. S. Elliot
01:33Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
01:44T. S. Elliot
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01:49T. S. Elliot
01:49Do I dare disturb the universe?
01:52T. S. Elliot
01:54T. S. Elliot
01:57I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
02:01T. S. Elliot
02:06Between the idea and the reality between the motion and the act falls the shadow.
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02:43Old men ought to be explorers here and there does not matter.
02:48T. S. Elliot
02:53We had the experience but missed the meaning.
02:56T. S. Elliot
03:02Footfalls echo in the memory down the passage which we did not take towards the door we never opened into
03:07the rose garden.
03:09T. S. Elliot
03:14It is impossible to say just what I mean.
03:18T. S. Elliot
03:22After such knowledge, what forgiveness?
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