I drank a bottle of wine for company. It was a Château Margaux. It was pleasant to be drinking slowly and to be tasting the wine and to be drinking alone. A bottle of wine was good company.

Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.

Tell your sister I’m all right,” Mrs Whatsit said to Charles. “Tell her my intentions are good.” “The road to hell is paved with good intentions,” Charles intoned.

There is no absolute point of view from which real and ideal can be finally separated and labelled.

Written By T. S. Eliot

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