T. S. Eliot

Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.

Not less of love, but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the Future as well as the past.

Where is the Life we lost in living?

To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not / You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.

I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky

There are three conditions which often look alike Yet differ completely, flourish in the same hedgerow: Attachment to self and to things and to persons, detachment From self and from things and from persons; and, growing between them, indifference, ... .

Between the desire And the spasm, Between the potency And the existence, Between the essence And the descent, Falls the Shadow.

Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?

There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.

Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow

I am glad you have a Cat, but I do not believe it is So remarkable a cat as My Cat.

A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)

The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence

To each individual the world will take on a different connotation of meaning-the important lies in the desire to search for an answer.

The young feel tired at the end of an action, the old at the beginning.

It is in fact a part of the function of education to help us escape, not from our own time - for we are bound by that - but from the intellectual and emotional limitations of our time.

Between the vision and the act lies the shadow.