With cats, some say, one rule is true: Don't speak till you are spoken to. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, there never was a cat of such deceitfulness and sauvity. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
When a Cat adopts you there is nothing to be done about it except to put up with it until the wind… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Cats must have three names-an everyday name, such as Peter; a more particular, dignified name, such as Quaxo, Bombalurina, or Jellylorum; and,… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The naming of cats is a difficult matter. It isn't just one of your holiday games. You may think at first I'm… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
When a Cat adopts you, and I am not superstitious at all I don't mean only Black cats there is nothing to… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
I am glad you have a Cat, but I do not believe it is So remarkable a cat as My Cat. My… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The Nobel is a ticket to one's own funeral. No one has ever done anything after he got it. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
Dear Mother, I am getting on nicely in my work at the bank, and like it ... I want to find out something about… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
When forced to work within a strict framework, the imagination is taxed to its utmost and will produce its richest ideas. Given total freedom,… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
Desire itself is movement Not in itself desirable; Love is itself unmoving, Only the cause and end of movement, Timeless, and undesiring Except in… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
the ordinary man's experience is chaotic, irregular, fragmentary. [He] falls in love or reads Spinoza, and these two experiences have nothing to do with… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different than that from which it is torn. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
