Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
T.S. Eliot Quotes
In my beginning is my end.
What we call the beginning is often the end And to make and end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it, merely projections.
The young feel tired at the end of an action. The old at the beginning.
