T. S. Eliot
It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing.
T. S. Eliot — quotes and aphorisms
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.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.