Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter. Old men ought to be explorers Here or there does… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
It is not enough to understand what we ought to be, unless we know what we are; and we do not understand… — 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
With a poem you can say 'I got my feeling into words for myself. I now have the equivalent in words for… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Not less of love, but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the Future as well as the past. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Because I know that time is always time and place is always place and only place. And what is actual is actual… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
In order to possess what you do not possess, you must go by the way of dispossession. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
A wrong attitude toward nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude toward God. — 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