T. S. Eliot

I take as metaphysical poetry that in which what is ordinarily apprehensible only by thought is brought within the grasp of feeling, or that in which what is ordinarily only felt is transformed into thought without ceasing to be feeling.

It is impossible to design a system so perfect that no one needs to be good.

Human kind cannot bear much reality.

We shall never cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

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

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

We shall not cease from our exploration
And at the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

It is impossible to say just what I mean!