O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant
T. S. EliotAll time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.
T. S. EliotIn a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.
T. S. Eliot