And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
T. S. EliotWhat is this self-inside us, this silent observer, severe and speechless critic, who can terrorize us, and urge us onto futile activity, and in the end, judge us still more severely for the errors into which his own reproaches drove us?
T. S. EliotThere is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
T. S. Eliot