T.S Eliot

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. 

.......

Oh, the comfort 
 The inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, 
Having neither to weigh thoughts, 
Nor measure words 
 but pouring them All right out
just as they are 
Chaff and grain together 
Certain that a faithful hand will Take and sift them 
Keep what is worth keeping 
and with the breath of kindness Blow the rest away.