“We must be still and still moving / Into another intensity / For a further union / (...) / In my end is my beginning.” — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end. And all is always now.” — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“To make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.” — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“Shakespeare acquired more essential history from Plutarch than most men could from the whole British Museum. What is to be insisted upon is that… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones — In fact, he's remarkably fat. He doesn't haunt pubs — he has eight or nine clubs,… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“Politic, cautious, and meticulous; full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse” — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“We have therefore to inquire what there is about Machiavelli to impress the mind of Europe so prodigiously and so curiously, and why the… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And a hundred visions and revisions” — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“The world turns and the world changes, But one thing does not change. In all of my years, one thing does not change, However… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“It is essential that a work of art should be self-consistent, that an artist should consciously or unconsciously draw a circle beyond which he… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“By destroying traditional social habits of the people, by dissolving their natural collective consciousness into individual constituents, by licensing the opinions of the most… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“We returned to our palaces, these Kingdoms, but no longer at ease here in the old dispensation, with an alien people clutching their gods.… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“…Lady of silences Calm and distressed Torn and most whole Rose of memory Rose of forgetfulness Exhausted and life-giving Worried reposeful The single Rose…” — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
