T.S. Eliot

We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive at what we started and know the place for the first time.

And I must borrow every changing shape To find expression.

And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you, Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin.

In a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.

Do I dare Disturb the universe?

And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair.

Upon the glazen shelves kept watch Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith The army of unalterable law.