If time and space, as sages say, Are things which cannot be, The sun which does not feel decay No greater is than we. So why, Love, should we ever pray To live a century? The butterfly that lives a day Has lived eternity.
T. S. EliotYou must not on any account give me credit for being penetrating. I have impressed people that way before, and the result is always disaster.
T. S. Eliot