Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
T. S. EliotHumility is the most difficult of all virtues to achieve; nothing dies harder than the desire to think well of self.
T. S. EliotLet us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats 5 Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question โฆ 10 Oh, do not ask, โWhat is it?โ Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.
T. S. Eliot