The historical sense compels a man to write not merely with his own generation in his bones, but with a feeling that… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Not only every great poet, but every genuine, but lesser poet, fulfils once for all some possibility of language, and so leaves… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The greatness of literature cannot be determined solely by literary standards though we must remember that whether it is literature or not… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
I am an Anglo-Catholic in religion, a classicist in literature and a royalist in politics. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion. — 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