And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
T. S. EliotThose who say they give the public what it wants begin by underestimating public taste and end by debauching it.
T. S. EliotMacavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, there never was a cat of such deceitfulness and sauvity.
T. S. EliotIn my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass. Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires, Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth Which is already flesh, fur and faeces, Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.
T. S. Eliot