Writing every day is a way of keeping the engine running, and then something good may come out of it.
T. S. EliotThe hippopotamus's day Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts; God works in a mysterious way- The Church can sleep and feed at once.
T. S. EliotThe eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight, Moon light and star light, owl and moth light, Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade. O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!
T. S. EliotThis is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.
T. S. Eliot