“In this street
There is no beginning, no movement, no peace and no end
But noise without speech, food without taste.
Without delay, without haste
We would build the beginning and the end of this street.
We build the meaning:
A Church for all
And a job for each
Each man to his work”
(T.S. Eliot in The Rock)
“Every man’s work, whether it be literature or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself, and the more he tries to conceal himself the more clearly will his character appear in spite of him.”
(S. Butler in The Way of All Flesh, p. 72/73)
"I will call my sisters
and we will join together in a dancing-circle;
we will chase away your sad gaze
and weary spirit."
(M. Lermontov in My child ...)