The majority of poems one outgrows and outlives, as one outgrows and outlives the majority of human passions. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Love is the unfamiliar Name Behind the hands that wove The intolerable shirt of flame Which human power cannot remove. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us...… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
We shall not cease from exploring, And the end of our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
I do not believe that any writer has ever exposed this bovarysme, the human will to see things as they are not,… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits Like a taxi… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
So far as we are human, what we do must be either evil or good: so far as we do evil or… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Gradually we come to admit that Shakespeare understands a greater extent and variety of human life than Dante; but that Dante understands… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Anecdote: It is by no means self-evident that human beings are most real when most violently excited; violent physical passions do not… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image