I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
In order to arrive at what you are not, you must go through the way in which you are not.
Shape 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.
All time is unreedemable.
Between the vision and the act lies the shadow.
We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.