In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass. Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires, Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth Which is already flesh, fur and faeces, Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.
T. S. EliotExcept for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance
T. S. EliotThose who say they give the public what it wants begin by underestimating public taste and end by debauching it.
T. S. Eliot