T. S. Eliot Quotes
I take as metaphysical poetry that in which what is ordinarily apprehensible only by thought is brought within the grasp of feeling, or that in which what is ordinarily only felt is transformed into thought without ceasing to be feeling.
So far as we are human, what we do must be either evil or good so far as we do evil or good, we are human and it is better, in a paradoxical way, to do evil than to do nothing at least we exist.
This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory out of desire, stirring. Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in a forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers.
And the wind shall say Here were decent godless people. Their only monument the asphalt road. And a thousand lost golf balls.
We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in but its fitting in is a test of its value -- a test, it is true, which can only be slowly and cautiously applied, for we are none of us infallible judges of conformity.
The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates.
Any religion is for ever in danger of petrifaction into mere ritual and habit, though ritual and habit be essential to religion.
Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind.
We shall never 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.
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
We shall not cease from our exploration And at the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.