We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us... and we drown.
T. S. EliotPoetry is not an assertion of truth, but the making of that truth more fully real to us.
T. S. EliotEvery nation, every race, has not only its own creative, but its own critical turn of mind; and is even more oblivious of the shortcomings and limitations of its critical habits than of those of its creative genius.
T. S. Eliot