This is the feeling for syllable and rhythm, penetrating far below the conscious levels of thought and feeling, invigorating every word.
T. S. EliotIf we all were judged according to the consequences Of all our words and deeds, beyond the intention And beyond our limited understanding Of ourselves and others, we should all be condemned.
T. S. EliotShape without form, shade without color, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.
T. S. Eliot