Carpe Diem, because tomorrow it could be too Late.

 Reread T.S Eliot's The Wasteland over the weekend, which to me along with The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock is one of the most beautiful poems ever written.  Here is one of my favourite stanzas, poignant and true, the truth of it being relative to its reader and therefore all the more beautiful.

The awful daring of a moment’s surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed