Turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod goodbye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he as the end of the street.
T. S. EliotThe Church must be forever building, for it is forever decaying within and attacked from without.
T. S. EliotTurning Wearily, as one would turn to nod goodbye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he as the end of the street.
T. S. EliotThe Church must be forever building, for it is forever decaying within and attacked from without.
T. S. Eliot