T. S. Eliot

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

Survival is your strength not your shame.

The work of creation is never without travail.

Nothing pleases people more than to go on thinking what they have always thought, and at the same time imagine that they are thinking something new and daring: it combines the advantage of _x000D_ security and the delight of adventure.

Turn things you've always wanted to do, into things you've done

In the mountains, there you feel free.

Old men ought to be explorers.

If all time is eternally present, all time is unredeemable

Religion, as distinguished from modern paganism, implies a life in conformity with nature. It may be observed that the natural life and the supernatural life have a conformity to each other which neither has with the mechanistic life...A wrong attitude towards nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude towards God...[We should] struggle to recover the sense of relation to nature and to God.

The dripping blood our only drink, The bloody flesh our only food: In spite of which we like to think That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.

I do not approve the extermination of the enemy; the policy of exterminating or, as it is barbarously said, liquidating enemies, is one of the most alarming developments of modern war and peace, from the point of view of those who desire the survival

We are the hollow men_x000D_ We are the stuffed men_x000D_ Leaning together...

I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.

A thousand policemen directing traffic cannot tell you why you come or where you go.

The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And let their liquid siftings fall To stain the stiff dishonored shroud.

Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.

Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.

Humility is the most difficult of all virtues to achieve; nothing dies harder than the desire to think well of self.

Desire itself is movement_x000D_ _x000D_ Not in itself desirable;_x000D_ _x000D_ Love is itself unmoving,_x000D_ _x000D_ Only the cause and end of movement,_x000D_ _x000D_ Timeless, and undesiring_x000D_ _x000D_ Except in the aspect of time_x000D_ _x000D_ Caught in the form of limitation_x000D_ _x000D_ Between un-being and being.