Words Strain, Crack And Sometimes Break, Under

[on The Waste Land:] Various Critics Have Done Me The Honor To Interpret The Poem In Terms Of Criticism Of The Contemporary World, Have Considered It, Indeed, As An Important Bit Of Social Criticism. To Me It Was Only The Relief Of A Personal And Wholly Insignificant Grouse Against Life; It Is Just A Piece Of Rhythmical Grumbling.

Let Us Go Then, You And I, When The Evening Is Spread Out Against The Sky

You Have To Risk Going Too Far To Discover Just How Far You Can Really Go.

In A Mind Charged With An Eager Purpose And An Unfinished Vindictiveness, There Is No Room For New Feelings.

Destiny Waits In The Hand Of God, Not In The Hands Of Statesmen.