There is, it seems to us, At best, only a limited value In the knowledge derived from experience. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
We can say of Shakespeare, that never has a man turned so little knowledge to such great account. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The endless cycle of idea and action, / Endless invention, endless experiment, / Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; /… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
To each individual the world will take on a different connotation of meaning-the important lies in the desire to search for an… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us… — 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