It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
T. S. EliotWhen lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.
T. S. EliotIf one has to earn a living, therefore, the safest occupation is that most remote from the arts.
T. S. Eliot