The winds that never moderation knew ~~~
Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew; ~~~
Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge ~~~
Their straighten'd lungs or conscious of their charge.
~~~ John Dryden
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.
- T.S. Eliot
