April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. EliotNo place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.
T. S. EliotIt is in fact a part of the function of education to help us escape, not from our own time - for we are bound by that - but from the intellectual and emotional limitations of our time.
T. S. Eliot