What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed.
T. S. EliotFor every life and every act consequence of good and evil can be shown and as in time results of many deeds are blended so good and evil in the end become confounded.
T. S. EliotHell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
T. S. Eliot