To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But Iām a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.
T. S. EliotWe ask only to be reassured About the noises in the cellar And the window that should not have been open
T. S. EliotOur difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every moment.
T. S. Eliot