History Has Many Cunning Passages,

The Role Of Art Is Not To Express The Personality But To Overcome It.

Shape Without Form, Shade Without Color, Paralyzed Force, Gesture Without Motion; Those Who Have Crossed With Direct Eyes, To Death's Other Kingdom Remember Us-if At All-not As Lost Violent Souls, But Only As The Hollow Men The Stuffed Men.

The Nobel Is A Ticket To One's Own Funeral. No One Has Ever Done Anything After He Got It.

A Good Half Of The Effort Of Understanding What The Indian Philosophers Were After - And Their Subtleties Make Most Of The Great European Philosophers Look Like Schoolboys.

I Am No Prophet-and Here's No Great Matter.