“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.”

“We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw.”

“The eye is lost in all directions among the desolation where the multitude of men and women are hiding, as always and as everywhere.”

“Men of learning are those who have read the contents of books. Thinkers, geniuses, and those who have enlightened the world and furthered the race of men, are those who have made direct use of the book of the world.”

“I have lost friends, some by death… others by sheer inability to cross the street.”

“Other men's crosses are not my crosses.”

“The truth is not for all men but only for those who seek it.”

“We shall have made such a blaze that men will remember us on the other side or the dark.”

“This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
[...]
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
[http://aduni.org/~heather/occs/honors/Notesonpoem.htm#fiftysevensixty In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
]Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
[http://aduni.org/~heather/occs/honors/Notesonpoem.htm#sixtyonesixtytwo Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear]
[http://aduni.org/~heather/occs/honors/Notesonpoem.htm#sixtyfoursixtythree As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose]
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.”

“The people have given us the duty to defend them, and that duty sometimes requires the violent restraint of violent men.”