Quote - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street
Rubbing its back upon the windowpanes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and says of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

~ Excerpts from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T. S. Eliot