All art emulates the condition of ritual. That is what it comes from and to that it must always return for nourishment.
T. S. EliotDo I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
T. S. EliotA cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.
T. S. Eliot