We 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. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea.

Tradition: how the vitality of the past enriches the life of the present.

In the last few years everything I'd done up to sixty or so has seemed very childish.

In order to arrive at what you are not, you must go through the way in which you are not.

time past and time future what might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present.

And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

Till Human voices wake us, and we drown.