I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
T. S. EliotThe bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious.
T. S. EliotMacavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, there never was a cat of such deceitfulness and sauvity.
T. S. Eliot