But it seems that something has happened that has never happened before: though we know not just when, or why, or how, or where.
T. S. EliotI am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
T. S. EliotWe 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.
T. S. Eliot